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           Hologramstwistedandshudderedtotheroaringofthegames,ghostsoverlappinginthecrowdedhazeoftheplace,asmellofsweatandboredtension.Asailorinawhitet-shirtnukedBonnonaTankWarconsole,anazureflash.

           ShewasplayingWizard’sCastle,lostinit,hergrayeyesrimmedwithsmudgedblackpaintstick.

           Shelookedupasheputhisarmaroundher,smiled.`Hey.Howyoudoin’?Lookwet.’

           Hekissedher.

           `Youmademeblowmygame,’shesaid.`Lookthere,asshole.Seventhleveldungeonandthegoddamvampiresgotme.’Shepassedhimacigarette.`Youlookprettystrung,man.Whereyoubeen?’

           `Idon’tknow.’

           `Youhigh,Case?Drinkin’again?Eatin’Zone’sdex?’

           `Maybe...howlongsinceyouseenme?’

           `Hey,it’saput-on,right?’Shepeeredathim.`Right?’

           `No.Somekindofblackout.I...Iwokeupinthealley.’

           `Maybesomebodydeckedyou,baby.Gotyourrollintact?’

           Heshookhishead.

           `Thereyougo.Youneedaplacetosleep,Case?’

           `Iguessso.’

           `Comeon,then.’Shetookhishand.`We’llgetyouacoffeeandsomethingtoeat.Takeyouhome.It’sgoodtoseeyou,man.’Shesqueezedhishand.

           Hesmiled.

           Somethingcracked.

           Somethingshiftedatthecoreofthings.