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42and a dope head mother.%u201d%u201cYour father says you%u2019re seventeen,%u201d the marshal said.%u201cI think you need to check the town records. My father is wrong. I had my eighteenth birth in the last week.%u201dThe marshal turned and spoke to her father, who suddenly ran forward. Carla raised the gun at his chest and shouted, %u201cStop! Or I%u2019ll fire. I might just fire anyway you fucking bastard.%u201dHe stopped dead. The marshal came up to him and spoke too softly for Carla to hear. He looked up at her and said, %u201cIf you are lying, I%u2019ll be back.%u201dThey went down to the boat and left.%u201d%u201cWould you have fired it?%u201dMartha asked her as they walked back to the house.%u201cCertainly. I was tempted to just do it anyway. If I see him again and I have a gun in my hand, I%u2019ll kill him. The world would be better off without him in it. Come on. I want to find a mirror and see my body.%u201dInside, she took off her shorts and top excited in anticipation at what she might see. She stared at the mirror and looked at her body which was completely covered with scar circles with rings of teeth marks indented in them.Martha looked and said, %u201cThat is a brilliant first start.%u201d%u201cNext time, I%u2019ll place them carefully to intersect the circles,%u201d Carla said. %u201cI think I%u2019m losing children when I crap though. I saw a lot of green tiny dots moving over my... um...%u201d%u201cShit?%u201d Martha said.%u201cYes. Shit.%u201d Carla said.%u201cMaybe you should poo into a water bucket. If the creature%u2019s babies come out each time you go, they might survive by eating nutrients still left in it,%u201d Martha said. Swamp Tramp