They got the hots and the hates for each other, do Eddie and May. Have ever since they were kids; will till the day they die. They fight, they sulk. They fall into a passion out by the horse truck, and she knees his crotch. He is a cowboy, better known as the Death of the Western Hero: to strut his forlorn machismo he arrogantly lassoes garbage cans and jukeboxes. She hangs around the tatty trailer camp, sponging the Mojave Desert dust off her body, waiting for night and their star-crossed adagio to start all over again. No use her slamming...
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