"So, you're the Twisters, huh?"
You jerk your head up. Fret makes a distressed noise and says, "Whoa, whoa, just who the hell are you?"
It's the outdoor eating area of one of the burger joints. You're taking fifteen minutes to break and shove something in your faces. And
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