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A small wave of customs men hung stickers on my luggage, peeked into one or two for conformitys sake, and waved me through. He kicked at the thing in sullen anger and it staggered back a bit, valves clicking open as steam pumped into the leg pistons to straighten it up. I was going to ask you the same thing… I said, and stopped, surprised at how weak and bubbly my voice was. So I take it directly from the bank. He moved in for the kill. There is even a code among thieves, you know. You meanthe whole thing was a frame-up? I gurgled. A plan was necessary, so I prepared all the plan producing ingredients. <- Previous Message | Next Message -> Thread Index |
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