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"Real music." Erick explained, "Gregory is a fucking brilliant writer." He then turned to Tracey. "Fuck yes." Then his face grew serious.

"Back to what we're doing." He shrugged off the duffle bag wrapped snuggly on his shoulder. He drew the zipper down and showed its contents: spray paint, eggs, itching powder, and for one occasion a large ziplock bag full of animal blood.