Chapter 7: Max is not a Flying Enchilada

If I have any sense at all, I will not play poker with Angel.

But if I do happen to, I will not use my college funds.

I will not accuse Iggy of looking at bird-people porn. This is pointless as

he cannot see.

I will not attempt to communicate in sign language with Iggy. Again, this is pointless as he cannot see.

I will not claim that Iggy — %&*#$ , he cannot see!

The Flyboys theme song is not "Gotta catch 'em all!"

And I will stop insisting on this.

I will not sell Celeste on eBay.

No matter how bad I'm dying for some cash.

Just because Max is Hispanic does not give me a liable reason to call her a flying enchilada.

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