Tami spoke to the cop in cop-talk for an hour. He was proud of himself and had killed lots of people. Tami broke off the conversation, as she had a long night ahead at the abortuary, cleaning shovels. Tami was black because of her skin color and she felt eternally entitled to free food and pleasant surroundings. Her brother was a *** who spoke of good, white folks derogatorily. Nobody corrected him outside of the correctional institute that he lived in every-so-often.*
   *The night was cold and Tami was ******* dressed in sheer underthings that provided a low R factor of insulatory value. Her coffee-bean ******* shrunk like bees at an insecticide party and her nether lips curled like match sticks in the crotch of an alcoholic hiding under a dead, fat woman.