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"Holy crap," Teddy said, sitting up sharply. He was sprawled across the floor in the library, surrounded by a sea of comic books. His issues had finally arrived from New York, where they'd been collecting for... God, months. He was months and months behind.
"Holy crap!"
He turned the page quickly, then turned back, scanning the word bubbles and panels. It was impossible. No, they wouldn't do that. "Oh damn it. Lian."