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NAN BEAUCHAMP, LIKE MANY YOUTHS OF THE YEAR 2000-SOMETHING WILL LIVE, WORK, AND DIE, AS LESS THAN A FOOTNOTE OF A FOOTNOTE OF THE ABRIDGED HISTORY OF UNREMARKABLE YEARS.

This suits her fine.

Too bad about the truck that turned her into paste, then. Luckily, or unluckily, fate deigned to give the poor girl another chance to make something of herself in a bizarre universe brimming with magic, spaceships, and… giant talking spiders?

This “second chance” seems less than ideal.

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