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CHAPTER 24 C BRAIN BOX BOOGIE (PART II) 'You mean to tell us you forgot already? I didn't know your mind was that short, slim. We came here to straighten out that fiend who's writing this shit. Come on...' They entered an apartment vestibule. 'Damn, what is this shit?' Puzzled Igor at the mail box.... Sign in to see full entry.