from the left corner, then a scream: "Get your damned hands off my husband, you bitch."
"Don't you call me a bitch, you freak looking old auntie," someone screamed back.
The two were on each other, screaming, biting, scratching, pulling hair and cursing. More laughs and yells followed.
"Freak it up … freak it up … hit 'em," screamed Dusty.
"Let's go," Gaylord said to Paul in a frightened voice.
"All right … let's."
They left quickly, without saying a word to anyone.
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