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CHAPTER 20F GANGSTER SWITCH 'Dul, Dul, Dul...' chimed an unearthly voice, light as a feather. It was the voice of a spiritually spent Electra Kazan. 'I'm sorry Dul, but I've lost it again. Everything's out of controls. My eyes rolled right out of my head and I aint seenem in hours. I'm weak and my... Sign in to see full entry.