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CHAPTER 10C THE DROP Szigabu flopped on the ground in a convulsive blaze. After a while Szgabu felt better and the big man said, 'sorry about all the grease you got shot through slim, but them's the brakes.' Szgabu gawked in horror at his car with the peeled-back roof. 'Damn,' he cursed, 'I been... Sign in to see full entry.