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Only in looking back did Jazz see the signs that would have warned him not to do that which happened. He swung at his brother's face as if to slap him, but by some mysterious force he completely missed and instead went hurling with all the vigour of H.M. Quist-Welter towards the toaster. He lurched forward and slammed his head on the kitchen counter's edge. As he sank towards the linoleum he was conscious just long enough to get another face full of strawberry jam.
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