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JOHN CONSTANTINE, HELLBLAZER: ORIGINAL SINS

JOHN CONSTANTINE, HELLBLAZER: ORIGINAL SINS

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From JOHN CONSTANTINE, HELLBLAZER #1, January 1988 WRITTEN BY JAMIE DELANO e ART BY JOHN RIDGWAY

Cotors By LovERN KINDZIERSKI « LETTERS BY ANNIE HALFACREE

A FEAST OF FRIENDS

From JOHN CONSTANTINE, HELLBLAZER #2, Fesruary 1988 WRITTEN BY JAMIE DELANO e ArT BY JOHN RIDGWAY

Cotors By LovERN KINDZIERSKI e LETTERS BY ANNIE HALFACREE

GoInG For IT

From JOHN CONSTANTINE, HELLBLAZER #3, Marcu 1988 WRITTEN BY JAMIE DELANO @ ArT BY JOHN RIDGWAY

Cotors By LovERN KINDZIERSKI @ LETTERS BY ANNIE HALFACREE

WAITING FOR THE MAN

From JOHN CONSTANTINE, HELLBLAZER #4, Aprit 1988 WRITTEN BY JAMIE DELANO « ART BY JOHN RIDGWAY

Cotors By LovERN KINDZIERSKI # LETTERS BY ANNIE HALFACREE

WHEN JOHNNY CoMES

MARCHING HOME

From JOHN CONSTANTINE, HELLBLAZER #5, May 1988 WRITTEN BY JAMIE DELANO @ ArT BY JOHN RIDGWAY Cotors BY LovERN KINDZIERSKI @ LETTERS BY TODD KLEIN

EXTREME PREJUDICE

From JOHN CONSTANTINE, HELLBLAZER 46, JunE 1988 WRITTEN BY JAMIE DELANO @ ArT BY JOHN RIDGWAY

Cotors BY LoverNn KINDZIERSKI © LETTERS BY TODD KLEIN

GHOSTS IN THE MACHINE

From JOHN CONSTANTINE, HELLBLAZER #7, Jury 1988 WRITTEN BY JAMIE DELANO

Art BY BretTr EwIns AND JIM McCarTHy (PAGES 167-169) AND JoHN RipcGway (PAGES 170-190)

Cotors BY LoVERN KINDZIERSKI LETTERS BY TODD KLEIN

INTENSIVE CARE

From JOHN CONSTANTINE, HELLBLAZER #8, Aucust 1988 WRITTEN BY JAMIE DELANO e PENCILS BY JOHN RIDGWAY

INKs By ALFREDO ALCALA @ CoLors BY LOVERN KINDZIERSKI LETTERS BY JOHN COSTANZA

SHOT TO HELL

From JOHN CONSTANTINE, HELLBLAZER #9, SEPTEMBER 1988 WRITTEN BY JAMIE DELANO e PENCILS BY JOHN RIDGWAY

Inks By ALFREDO ALCALA © CoLors BY LOVERN KINDZIERSKI Letrers BY ToDD KLEIN

L’ADORATION DE LA TERRE

From SWAMP THING #76, SEPTEMBER 1988 WRITTEN BY RICK VEITCH « PENCILS BY RICK VEITCH Inks BY ALFREDO ALCALA Cotors BY TATJANA Woop LETTERS BY JOHN COSTANZA

INFERNAL TRIANGLES

FROM SWAMP THING #77, OcToBER 1988

WRITTEN BY JAMIE DELANO @ PENCILS BY TOM MANDRAKE InKs By ALFREDO ALCALA e Coors BY TATJANA Woop LETTERS BY JOHN COSTANZA

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WHERE'D ALL THESE BUGS COME FROM?

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Eraeree f FLINNY THING (S, HE CAN'T EVEN REMEMBER WHAT

WAS IA IT.

A WHOLE HERD OF BURGERS -- HOOVES

AND ALL -- COULDN'T FILL THE GAPING

BEAK OF THE GIANT FLEDGLING THAT CRIES (NS(0E HIM.

ST Be rwenTy YEARS HE'S RUN THE GREENWICH ViLtAGe POST OFFICE, NEVER ONCE Ss Saree THE SANCTITY OF THE U.S. MAIL.

TUST GOTTA ( GET some Ale. . GOTTA EATS

NOW, NOTHING mice MATTERS BUT : SIX pio a : MOTAFHLE , Sees FOOD TO CALM THE RIOT INSIOE HIM.

WHASSA MATTA, HENRY? YA SKIP

HE KNOWS (T WON'T BE ENOUGH.

HE LUMBERS THROLIGH THE EARLY EVENING STREETS, SCATTERING WRAPPERS BEHINO HIM, LIKE SMALL CARCASSES.

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House.

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THAT DRUGGY

ONE. LESTER, OF

GARY, I FORGET. IN

A TERRIBLE STATE HE

WAS. COME BARGING

IN HERE WANTING you.

HAVEN'T GOT ENOUGH ON M' WITH THE RUDD

alg INSECTS.

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INSECTS, EH?

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LONGER REMEMBERS MY SHAPE.

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~ LAST BLOODY FAG. I'LL HAVE TO GO OUT.

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LEAVE IT, KENNY. THAT'S

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COCKROACHES 7 J + CREEPING CRAWLINGS. HAW HAW. : LIKE RAMBO. HA HA.

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BACK IN THE FLAT, I'M ae S i Y THE TIME CHAS ARRIVES, THE FLAT IS A \_]

BILLY THE KID AND ACHAT” RON KILLING GROUND -- TINY BLACK CoRPsEes

foreo I cee I, | CRUNCH UNDERFOOT AS YOLI WALK. EO i : > i “it :

THIS IS IT, WILDLIFE. ARMAGECOON \ FoR INSECTS.

a! Key

at { RIGHT, MATE?

y HOLD your BREATH, GAZ.

BUT LT DON'T LIKE IT.

WOULD You BELIEVE IN THE BATH? THOUGHT HE WAS A SPIDER COME UP THE PLUGHOLE.

S SO? SINCE WHEN aN HAVE YOU HAD SCRUPLES, CHUM? JUST STRAIGHTEN

HIM _oOuT. I_ NEED ANSWERS.

THANKYOU, THANKYOU.

TIE HIM DOWN IN CASE HE FREAKS AGAIN.

HIS NAME'S GARY LESTER. USED TO BE A MATE OF MINE, TILL WE GOT IN some FUSS = ANO BOTHER UP C4 IN GEORDIE LAND. yar LAST Z HEARD, . HE WAS IN MoROCCO DOING THE WILLIAM BURROUGHS BIT. Y'KNOW,

UNK, 80YS AND GENERAL WEIRONESS.

M REALLY WANT @ TO KNOW, Bur WE'RE ALL JUNKIES AT

I'M GOING TO PUT HIM UNDER-- FIND OUT WHAT THE SCUZZY LITTLE TOE-RAG'S . BEEN UP To.

NALL RIGHT, GAZ. JUST RELAX, ME OLD SON. YOU'RE FEELING GOOD, SO GOOD YOU WANT TO

TELL ME A STORY...“

“14.4 STORY ABOUT MNEMOTH."”

BE SY

“I FEEL ROUGH, JOHN.“

TANGIER (Ss HOT. THE KIND OF HEAT THAT MAKES THE

Ale BUZZ.“

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CAN WANCER FoR HOURS, RUBBING SHOULDERS WITH LIFE. EVERYONE

HAS SOMETHING TO SELL.”

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THE EXORCISM.

(T WANTS To

COME OUT.

“/T TAKES ALL MY

ENERGY BUT FINALLY "I LIGHT I BIND IT. I'm Too THE CANOLES,

INTONE THE CHANTS.

“THE KID?

THE KID “INSIDE THE MAGIC

FLASK, THE THING |}

“MY MAGIC MOLOS IT, B § OVERPOWERS IT. Uy

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FLAYEO. 1T THROUGH

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YEAH...? * FLESH HANGS Yy \ g i)

SITS WHAT ABOUT (IN BLOODY HLINGRY. ~

ri TERS. THE KID: TATTE! T \\ SING

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L 3 PUNCHES ME SS IN THE GUT.

I TRY To sHUuT (T OUT, BUT 'T KEEPS ON we ON.

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ANO WHISPERS f IN THE DAWN. FS “I HOLO OUT FoR ANOTHER DAY, BUT I KNOW I CAN'T HANDLE I(T ALONE.

“/T FEELS J “I NEED HECP. | MY NEEO ANO f your HELP, > JOHN. OTT

FOSTERS IT. HIS PASSPORT, ANDO

SELL IT FOR THE Ale- ee.

“ANO ALL THE TIME, THE DEAD : CHILD ON THE BED--WITH WIDE EYES ANO MOUTH -- SILENTLY RS xt CALLING MORE INSECTS TO A DIFFERENT FEAST.

Mc

“I HOLD ON TO HOPE

“AT HEATHROW I AM COLO. MY SKIN CRAWLS. I HAVEN'T HAD A FIX FOR DAYS. ClLISTOMS . “LUCK ae THE re \ JOHN CONSTANTINE'LL Zz a KNOW WHAT To OO." —-

DON'T BAT AN EYELIO

“ZI BLAG MY WAY INTO Youle PAD, THEN GO

BUT YOU'RE NOT BLOODY THERE, > ARE You?

ALL RIGHT, MATE. CALM DOWN. I'M HEeE NOW.

“8BUT THE SCENE'S CHANGED. lod SE DIFFERENT NOW.

“/T MAKES ME LOCK MYSELF IN. MAKES ME A PRISONER.

“7'M peaeyae ANDO THE INSECTS HAVE STARTED TO A@RIVE.

“/T MAKES ME DO WEI2D, DARK

‘THE OLD "GIRL SAYS SHE

THINKS YOU'RE IN THE

STATES. TI ag li a as you FRIEND, EMMA II

mh = \| Ve Ss ass ae ir

= Hi, 4 CONSTANTING te KNOW WHAT TO 3

00, I THINK.

L KNOW WHAT I'O LIKE To DO WITH THE USELESS BASTARD. KICK HIS ARSE OUT OF HERE AND GET SOME KIP, aaieels I couro

NAH. IT's A BlooDyY 'ORRIBLE MESS, BuT I s'POsSE 'D BETTEZ SORT

'IM AND...

EZ... DUMP 'IM SOMEWHEEZE,

RIGHT THEN, GAZ. You CAN REST SOON, BUT FIRST I WANT You TO DRAW THE MUTE KID. BONE STRUCTURE, TATTOOS, THE LOT.

I KNOW I won'r }\K

SLEEP, I LIGHTA

FAG _AND CHECK jf THE STREET. \

OH, NO, CHUM. YOU'D BETTER GO AND PICK UP THREE DAYS WORTH OF FOOD, FAGS, AND DIZTY BOOKS. YOL'RE GOING TO BE DOING A SPOT OF BABY- SITTING.

No BUTS, MATE. YOU OWE ME.

CHAS, IN THAT DeEAWER GET US A PAPER

HMMM... NOT BAD. YOU SHOULD HAVE STUCK IT OUT AT ART SCHOOL INSTEAD OF PONCING ABOUT WITH MAGIC,

ER...YOU FINISHED WIV ME THEN, JOHN 7 AA THE GIRL WITH THE SPRAY CAN'S GooD. REMINOS ME OF EMMA. BUT EMMA's SQ) ON THE OTHER SIDE M4 OOF THE WORLD...

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OABBELER IN THE OCCULT.

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KEEP ALL THE LOOT.

BIT BARMY,

BUT HE KNOWS WHAT D' YOU

RECKON THEN,

SIMILAZ TATTOOS [4 IN SOUTHERN T

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ONLY ONE TRIBE STILL PRACTICING THIS KIND OF SACRIFICIAL MAGIC, AS FAR AST KNOW.

IS ANYTHING WE/RO GOING DOWNY Y'KNOW, MIONITE'S A HAITIAN ANY FLNNY BUGS IN HEAVYWEIGHT. FANCIES THE B16 APPLE? HIMSELF AS THE PAPA boc OF CRIME. GooD MAGICIAN, THOUGH. I LIKE TO WINO HIM UP.

YEAH ..7 STARVED INA RESTAURANT?

LISTEN, THIS 1S IMPORTANT.

OH, JUST A HUNCH.

“A BRANCH OF THE DINKA

PEOPLE. THE TATTOOS Are | A SPELL OF BINDING, oe

“THE SHAMAN MusT BE A MASTER OF |, ELEMENTAL MAGIC." {

SEEMS TO MAKE SENSE. MOROCCO? SUDAN? BETTER PACK ME PITH HELMET.

Naty “PTT THAT PAPA MIONITE. NO SENSE OF HUMOR, HIS VOICE SOLINDS LIKE IT COULD GRIND BONES. Looks LIKE THIS MNEMOTH'S OUT AND ABOLIT IN

AFRICA FIRST, THOUGH. FIND OUT WHAT'S

WHAT.

'FRAID THAT's A BIT OuT OF MY WAY, GUV...

GOTTA RLIN NOW. SAY HELLO TO THE SKULLS FoR Me. HA HA HA.

YESTERDAY I WAS SHIVERING IN LONDON, NOW THE SUDANESE SUN SCORCHES THE SKIN FROM ME, LIKE A BSLOWTORCH.

HOPE THERE'S NO GUERRILLAS, DON'T WANT

TO WING UP AS A HOSTAGE. IT'S ALREADY

COST ME AN INOUSTRIALIST'S RANSOM TO GET THIS FAR.

Wwe WALK NOW. TWO, THREE HOURS.

RIGHTO. é : MAC DOGS ANC fF SSS ENGLISHMEN, lie SS X . hatte : THIS IS a S : : ua ANOTHER WORLD. I FEEL LIKE A SPACEMAN,

KL aS SS —————— = z

in \ A) (7 TAKES FIVE HOURS. AS THE SLIN WOBBLES : : DOWN ONTO THE HORIZON, SPILLING (TS BLOOD. ACROSS THE PLAIN, LIKE A WOLINODED ANIMAL... SE .

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TOO MUCH SUN, BOSS? \

yy SN)... WE FINO THE = VILLAGE.

) NPT IST I = ~~

I THEY WATCH ME STRANGELY ENTER. I HAD ExPECTED + THE QUICK GLANCE | | You SOONER. THE ENTRAILS

ANDO IN SILENCE. I SHOW THEM LESTER'S PORTRAIT OF COAL" BLACK EYES |) oF THE SHE-GOAT INDICATED

CE STHEAMETE: TOWAROS THE HitL... YESTERDAY AS THE TIME OF ARRIVAL.

“a YEAH? WELL, You can't ze VW ON ANYTHING ese, THESE DAYS, ag CAN You? +s J ey Ef,

ma WHERE'D

S| THE GUICE JABBERS IN - SN RAPIO DINKA, BUT I HAVE AND THE HUT ~ SY YOu LEARN ALREADY SEEN THE WHICH STANOS SS yYouz ENGLISH

E ALONE. W THEN?

SPARK

YOU HEAR ENGLISH. I 00 NOT SPEAK

ENGLISH...

THAT'S NEAT. THE PENTECOST EFFECT. YOU COULD GET A JoB AT THE UNITEO NATIONS.

IS IT TRUE? THE HUNGER SPIRIT | IS LOOSE AGAIN? | THE SACRIFICE fie IN? de

'FRAID SO, OLD SON.

BUT IF YOU AZE STRONG ENOUGH, WE COULD SHARE A VISION OF WHAT HAS BEEN AND Couto BE AGAIN...

IT IS NOT POSSIBLE. MY POWER IS TIEO To THIS

I KNOW ‘YOu NOW. You

ARE THE LAUGHING

MAGICIAN. T DREAMT YOU ONCE.

YEAH? HOPE YOU DION'T WAKE UP SCREAMING.

WELL, I WAS SORT OF HOPING TO PERSUADE

AND You YOu. I MEAN YOU DO

WOULD LEARN To BINO_IT AGAINZ /

KNOW HOW -- DON'T You ..7

THE ROOT IS GITTEl2 AND DROPS INTO MY EMPTY. STOMACH LIKE GOBGETS OF MOLTEN LAVA.

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Mi i Me ol i NY:

; fx nN Biss Ba) CHRIST. I HATE | _ |.-< PSYCHEDELICS. > a SS ;

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HE FICOLES WITH His FACE. HIS OTHER HANO RUSHES ME LIKE \ . AN EXPRESS TRAIN. IN . oy ee ¥ 7EkeOR EXPLODES N /NTO A SUDDEN AGONY OF BLACKNESS AS HE TAKES iviyY EYE.

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WHY DOES THERE AE FLUES PRIMITIVE DRINKING FROM THE Te MAGIC EYES OF CHILDREN. RS

ALWAYS

REPLACING (T A SCALDING \ Gene

WITH THE SOET ES TOGETHER FRUIT TORN From MAND SPREAD HIS OWN BODY. DA ur inrO

MEMORY.

iad a a Sa) BY THE _PITILESS SUN WS Shy, ¥| (N_A BROTH OF iio Reg , ( . | OISEASE AND DEATH. or THROUGH 3 : : \ Vor " f WHITE. f o s . Pe : NN

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AT MY CALL THE SPIRIT RISES FROM THE LAND LIKE

IN STATIONARY = SUFFERING, THE as

I KNOW I MuUsTr DO BATTLE FoR THE PEOPLE.

, BuT I(T 1S HARO eS TO CHOOSE. THEY ARE : ALL MY CHILDREN.

SILENT STARVING ACCUSE ME.

A THEY LOOK

J4i JN TO ME Foe Wii PROTECTION. if Te ik wh, _| | ll HH)

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WHILE THE Bor WRITHES WAX WN WHEN [7 IS DONE, I

) THE/(2 FEAR, THE/e ZI TAKE HIM TO THE ane ee WITH THE TORMENT OF PANN Take HIM FAR AWAY PLACE OF POWER, MNEMOTH'S HUNGER-- TRS 70 THE GARREN PLACE.

y ‘MW | nM / THE SPICIT STRENGTH. Te | | WH! Li, aT ca | Hh i aK!

7] maT DA! ik ; | ci MNEMOTH FEEDS 4 ; 1 | ON Hie th thle it THEM -- GROWS STRONGER MAS THEY WEAKEN.

AND CuT ouT Hts TONGUE SO THAT HE MAY NOT CURSE WE WHO BETRAY HIM.

\ er NY ANUS --I CUT THE POWER PATTERNS Nea HERE THE SPIRIT OF BINOING (NTO BLACK SKIN SS With CONSUME HIM STRETCHED TAUT OVEe RN IWA\\WN avo so, CONSUME I WALK AWAY. I \ HEAVING RIBS. N\\ I) O90 NOT LOOK BACK. |

THIS PART I DIDN'T KNOW. BLISH-FIGHTERS LFOUN? HIM AND SOLD HIM TO SLAVERS FOR TOBACCO.

IAMA FOC. LT

OVERSEE HIS ENO.

YEAH, WELL. NEVER © L00K Back's "Il A_GOOD MOTTO IN Olle LINE OF BUSINESS.

I WOBBLE DOWN THE HILL ON LEGS LIKE BITS OF ROPE.

THE OLD Boy WAS SHREWD. HIS

WORKED.

TOO MANY BLOODY GHOSTS FOLLOWING.

| THE DRUG HAS SCREWED ME UP ROYALLY. MY

GUTS ARE (NAN UPROAR i I GET THE FEELING

oN stan

YEAH, ON

é TINY BLACK DOTS L MOVE AMONGST THEM -- LiKE INSECTS.

HN ae

OUGHT TO HlirRy.

THE DAY AFTER ANO I'M STILl HLUNG-OVER, Bur (T's UP UP ANDO AWAY TO PICK UP LESTER -- THEN ON TO THE STATES.

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AFRICA (S THIRTY-SIX Holes THE DJ'S VOICE (SS LIKE A

BEHIND, AS THE CAB ROLLS Us TOWAR. 'E COLO ROLLE 5 MONUMENTS OF PANCEMONILIM. | == COASTER

CITIZENS, WHAT'S HAPPENING OUT THEE?

fevasrie ! : —S Y ieee | fi j = i fi A Rae EE REMEMBER THE it EI GUY WHO STARVED : \ IN A RESTALIRANT 2

WELL TODAY, HORRIFIED SHOPPERS WATCH AS BRUCE FARKER.

FATALLY CRAMS HIMSELF WITH GEMSTONES (N HIS ST7TH STREET

) STORE WINOOWS

ONLY IN NEW I cane ie ape Th dala 26 Son AS YORK, FOLKS. STAY TO TELL CROAK HIM.

TUNED. You NEED TO KNOW. MNEMOTH'S WILL THIS PAPA MIONITE HAVE ANY GEAR , JOHN?

I_ REALLY NEEC IT, MAN.

FREAKIN' i" WEIRODOS. FI2sT 4 SES My WE GOT CANCER. \ . aN \N “\ THEN WE GOT AlbdDs. ANDO THIS WHINING

NOW WHAT THE BASTARD HASN'T SHUT S'POSE (T's EASIER HELL WE GOT? Ue SINCE HEATHROW, TO FEEL THAT WAY.

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«-- EFFECT ON VICTIMS /S CHARACTERIZED BY A CONSUMING HUNGER FoR AN OBIECT OF . OBSESSION... /

«COULD BE A Vieus- >

NONSENSE! IT 1S THE LORO WIPING THE SANILE FROM THE FACE OF THE DEVIL.

THE DANGER IN THE AI27

" COME, SISTEL, TEAR YOURSELF FROM THE PLEASURES

INOUCED BEHAVIORAL OF HELL.

ADVISE Me.

OuT THERE IN THE JUNGLE, SOMETHING Moves.

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DISORDER, Of...

CAN YOUR = DEAD EYES SEE

ITS FACE? Your DEAD MOUTH Tel J gem

ITS NAME 7

IT 15 A WARNING TO

SINNERS, A SIGN FoR THE RIGHTEOUS!

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PAPA MIONITE'S CLUS IN z H MANHATTAN (5S DEFINITELY To

as Alors Cres i Lal HIGH RENT. oe

ARE WE GOING TO GET THE JUNK NOW,

JOHN 7

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