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The Tweaker Must Die EXERPT

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Thursday was weird. In a fit of lust to have a sword, Adam had lobbied hard to become a member of the Colonial Blues, a snob military drill operation that ran out of the Armory at Park and 65th very close to where Janice lived.

Swords were allowed to young men who attained the rank of sergeant. He had attained no such rank yet. In fact he had not a single stripe on his gray uniform, which he duly wore to school.

He met Charlie downstairs and they began their brisk journey westward.