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"Hey, man. That destiny business is serious shit. "
His words are serious, but his grinning expression is not.
"Dude, that's so weird cause my mom always told me I was special. Guess she was totally right. Think you can you put me in touch with them tonight or tomorrow? I want to get this spell down before I go back to the park."
OK but be careful it's dangerous just to travel alone these days.
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Jammer stared at Ollie. "Duuuuude. I don't have a Bat-Phone to the Arrow Magister or Mysterium Curator. Best bet is to go see Dr. Primoria -- but she doesn't give shit away for free."
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Ollie snickers. "Dude, you wish you had the Bat Phone. Shit would be tight! I don't know what she could want from me, I ain't got much. Here's hopin we can make a deal. I'm gonna get goin, then. He heads for the door. Thanks for the hits, bro. We'll chill later. Doc, I'll call ya, take care of yourself."
He picks up his skate at the door, and leaves the club.
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Jammer looked at Doc Roberts. "So what are you gonna do?"
Tonight rest and relax today's been quite a day.
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"Aight," Jammer said, going back to his joint.
(( End Scene ))
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