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because there was no way a Karentine of his type could have
survived the war in the Cantard.

No girl meant no trouble. No girl meant nothing starting. No girl
meant not having to go to work. All was right with the world after all.
I could deal with this in about ten minutes, then draw a beer and get
back to plotting my revenge on Morley Dotes for having stuck me
with the Goddamn Parrot.

Another ghost of amusement tinkled through the stale air. It
reminded me that the impossible is only barely less likely than the
normal around here.

It was time to air the place out.

Then I made my big mistake.

I opened the door.

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Playmate isn’t really nine feet tall. He just seems to fill up that much
space. Though he did stoop getting through the doorway. And his
shoulders were almost too wide to make it. And there wasn’t an
ounce of fat on the not really nine feet of him.

Playmate owns a stable. He does the work himself, including all the
blacksmithery and most of the pitchfork management. He looks
scary but he’s a sweetheart. His great dream is to get into the
ministry racket. His great sorrow is the fact that TunFaire is a city
already hagridden by a backbreaking oversupply of priests and
religions.

“Hey, Garrett,” he said. Repartee isn’t his main talent. But he does
have a sharp eye.

That’s me. Garrett. Six feet and change inches of the handsomest,
most endearing former Marine you’d ever hope to meet. The super
kind of fellow who can dance and drink the night away and still
retain the skill and coordination to open a door and let a friend in at
barely the crack of noon the next day. “That’s not your usual homily,
buddy.” I’ve had a listen or two on occasions when I wasn’t fast
enough or sly enough to produce a convincing excuse for missing
one of his ministerial guest appearances or amateur night sermons
at some decrepit storefront church.

Playmate favored me with a sneer. He’s got a talent for that which
exceeds mine with the one raised eyebrow. The right side of his