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Now, I'm not too fond of the idea of destiny, but some of us sure are prone to certain things. I know a fella who could juggle forks like nobody was ever meant to juggle forks. I have a pal who, out of the blue, knit herself a cat sock doll.
And, well, Rue Thadday was mighty prone to hobo princessing.
Chapter One
In which we meet Rue.
Chapter Two
The Voodoo Witchman of Eastwest Wood
A line is crossed, and a story is told.Chapter Three
The Thumpening
Ears are grabbed, and an enemy is made.Chapter Four - 12/25/2004
The Boot Hunt
A flea market is visited and not fully appreciated.
