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The Thieves were srill in New York City looking up at The Sparkling Kings of Terror buildings overlooking a forgotten stream. Norman Saunders got tired of all the hoopla the fish were too much like chrome in the rough and then Norman Saunders clambered on top of the red checkered tablecloth like an agnostic mackerel. A little further south than thirty ought six in Buenos Aires they called them the Avenues of Dream. l Norman Saunders had catfish had all of Louisiana under his skin. 2 lt was only then that Norman Saunders began to fear for his baby blue liver. 3 Thieves ran in with zip guns.