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The sound of a twig snapping broke him out of his reverie. He was not alone. A chill immediately ran up his spine as he reached for his revolver. It wasn't there. He knew he was in serious trouble now. Slowly turning, he found himself face to face w
ith his own curiosity. The very type, the exact variant that killed the cat. Nine times. Nothing more than a streaked and gory splotch on the side street, intermeshed with tufts of orange fur. "I'm going to
find out exactly what is going on, so that I can
spend my time more wisely, down at the local Time Casino in Penshurst. Many an hour have I squandered on fruit machines, yanking that lever until the cup of my youth rattles with barely a minute or two. But I don’t have a problem, I can quit
whenever i want; i just dont want to right now. besides, dont you remember being told that quitters never win and winners never
cease to gloat!
