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The other two kept their distance, respecting Eddie’s
psychopathology, but circled slowly, sniffing at the source of his
intoxication.
“Man, I can’t make a positive identification,” complained Levi
Katz, “but I’d guess that this is locoweed.”
Billy Bob stopped dead.
“What?” Levi twitched his vibrissae noncommittally. “You don’t
know? Well, when I was a kitten, I once heard some older cats talking
about it. Strong stuff, maybe dangerous. You want to try some?
Must be more of it around here: we’ll never get any of that one away
from him.”