“What the fuck?” we both said in unison, gaping at the lunatic hugging my car like he was Superman. “Get off the car, asshole!” Joey roared, rolling down his window. “You’re stealing my center! Give him back,” the boy called out, coming around to the side of the car to poke his head through the driver’s window. “Hey, Cap, how’s it going?” he said, smiling into the back seat at Johnny. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” Joey and I looked at each other, instantly recognizing the mad bastard as none other than Gibsie Gibberson, or whatever his name was, from the Tommen party. “And this clown
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