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"You sick, twisted, little bastard," Brambleshot finally managed to utter after staring at Satan for several moments. <!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> "Occupational hazard. I've learned to live with it," replied the devil. "You exile me here in this... place, but as soon as there's a little family crisis in the home office, you come up here pretending to beg for my help." "Do you know

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<!--[endif]--> As he climbed the stairs to his office, Brambleshot wondered why Big Red would bother with such a clumsy attempt. Surely he didn't think Brambleshot would fall for so obvious a ruse. There must be something larger happening and this was just a small part of it. Well, as long as he remained just a small part of the big picture, Brambleshot expected he could just ignore it and get

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At first, Brambleshot didn’t see any connection. At first, it all seemed decidedly random and, of course, in some ways it was meant to seem that way, but still... <!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> The near miss with the bus as he crossed the street; the sidewalk lamp-post falling a little over an inch away from him; the fleeing bank robber who sprayed a proverbial hail of bullets in

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