I got out of the Snart hut, head reeling from pharmaceuticals, and five big green trucks barrelled through the sticks, breaking and splintering animal plants asunder, and in the lead truck, smiling until she caught my eye, I saw Bêbe - and then she looked sick. Then she turned to the driver.
Maybe it's just the drug spin I'm in. Maybe it's wishful fill meant. Maybe it's all of that.
Snart follows me out and says something. Menino is impatient.
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