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Chapter One: The Big Loot in the Sky

Twitch wasn’t one to take risks now that he was full-grown and apt to break down soon. Auntie could fix his bruises and broken bones somewhat, but after Twitch turned twenty a sprained ankle could turn into a stiff joint for life.

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Chapter Two: The Twitching Thing

First thing the next morning, when he was nursing a killer hangover from Auntie’s moonshine and didn’t want anything to do with humanity, Twitch dragged himself out of his room in the Funhouse. He picked his way across the central tavern in the early-morning light, sidestepping puddles of vomit and sleeping customers.

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