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A car with a mismatched paint job and spinning wheels rolled past and two kids wearing navy blue hooded jackets leaned out the windows, sitting on the window edges, catcalling, telling me that they had some big . . . uh, things for me. I laughed and ignored them. If they tried anything I had some things for them too, and they were shiny and sharp with the word no written on them in blood.
“Deon,” I muttered, “you are a-mazing. A Wonder-Chef. You need your own cape.” “Only if I can get a magic wand too,” Deon said from behind me. “Oh, wait.” He put a finger to his lips. “I have a magic wand.” He gamboled away, his buttocks bouncing.
Jane will fly by cloth over haunches. Seat of my pants.
