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Huey

Huey tears out of his bedroom, rumpled, bloodshot. “Shit you guys!” he says. “Safuckin! Enda world!”

“You notice the world ending, Jeeb?” says Zariel, mashing on her controller.

“Watch the tank,” G.B. retorts.

“Six Six Oh-Six today, gotta do this right!” Huey tugs at his hair. “Set some fires, walk around with barcodes, you know? Art! Anarchy!”

“Was yesterday,” says G.B.

“Eleven days ago in Julian,” says Zariel.

“Happens every decade if you only count the last digit.”

“No Arabic numerals in Revelations, now will you go back to bed?” Zariel cranes around.

Huey grows seven heads and eats her.

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