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[Sam knew Second City. She was there every day and it was her everyday, feasting on strangers behind tapestries and sipping from crimson vials. It was radioactive, and the colorful stalls and penny trinkets were some of the few things that inspired her since the bite. Her fingers didn't itch for a brush these days, and even the possibility of a blowtorch didn't make her drool with anticipation. She was a girl adrift, and being adrift had led her here.
And here was riotous and orgiastic. The music was loud, and Sam was lost among an undulating throng. She spun, and she spun, and the phone in her pocket buzzed.] You have to find me first, and you got to promise me I can have whatever I want when you do.