"Charlie didn’t call himself “Shit Charlie.” But he might as well have. Charlie fancied himself a superhero who could make bad things magically disappear. “Did they tell you about me?” he asked, his Texas drawl so thick it could hang suspended in midair all by itself, like paper strands of DNA. “If you crap anywhere in Northern Honduras. And I mean ANYWHERE. I’m the guy in charge of getting rid of it."
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