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CHAPTER 26A GET READY She resumed her seat at the foot of his bed. Szgabu heard the stealthy click of a key in his lock, the door swung rudely open and a caped George Cool backed up by two big-hatted henchmen grinned wickedly as the lights flew on. 'Damn muthufukka! What wrong wit yo blackass, man?... Sign in to see full entry.