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Kinda wild that the second chapter of this book has the same name as the second chapter of the Holy Bible. I hope God is flattered. This chapter contains depictions of SELF-HARM, so if that’s a troubling topic to you, proceed with your own best interests in mind. But anyway, onto chapter two. Oh, the smell! The dreadful smell! Poor Tookie, covered in the wretched decay of other people’s refuse. How I wish I could hand her a pair of loofah mitts or offer her a scalding bath with the essential oils of eucalyptus, bergamot, and ylang-ylang with three boxes of baking soda, a gallon of laundry detergent, twelve capfuls of all-purpose bleach, two squirts of antibacterial hand soap, and a dash of ammonia. Okay, narrator, let’s just calm down. She reached into a trashcan to pull something out. She didn’t bathe in the Bog of Eternal Stench. (Ed. The beginning of this book and the beginning of Blood of Hercules, the current Jealous Patrons Book Club selection over at Patreon, share a certain…

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