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CHAPTER 4A ON 47TH STREET Szgabu woke and crawled from bed. Lazily he washed and dressed. He reverently removed the warm plasmic disc from yesterday's clothing. 'Damn,' he said, gazing at the amulet which morphed to vacant crystal, 'no matter how I try this Host bullshit look like it here to stay.... Sign in to see full entry.