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CHAPTER 10A THE DROP Szgabu leaned to the side and relaxed, humming with the radio, '...put the toof brush in my hand and let me be a travellin man cause I'm a road runner, baby...woooooo!! The Cadillac zipped down the ribbon of road into pillows of fog so thick he cruised what seemed nothing but... Sign in to see full entry.