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Sam looked from the bat, to Jazz, to the ghost on the ground with a huge dent in its head, then back to the bat. “I thought that it was just a bat with the name ‘Fenton’ on it.” The name wasn’t even applied well - it was on a peeling, hard to read sticker.
“Yeah!” said Jazz, panting (beating the crap out of someone was hard work). “And the name Fenton means something, damn it! If I live in a world where magic’s real, I can use it to hit you with a bat!”
Slowly, Sam sidled away from Jazz.