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Effy

Zo Relaxed Und Watschen Der Blinkenlichten is a bad name for a band but it’s the one they got, so Effy locks her jaw and tries to get on with expressing herself via theremin. The only people at their shows are middle schoolers wondering why they’re not yelling German.

“Hey!” Charlie finds her after a gig as Effy sips Jameson neat. “You guys sounded great.”

“No we didn’t.”

“Aww, don’t pout! Band names are a nonrenewable resource, you know.” He buffs his nails, quite deliberately. “And not everybody can be in 99 Teen Science Machines.”

Effy says something rude in theremish.

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