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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2017 3:35 pm
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Chester was also tired, but he doubted he would sleep until she did, for a number of reasons. He slowly stopped guarding himself when she appeared to settle, his arm going back under his head. "I'd hope you'd get to pick, and maybe you do, as long as you aren't serving under someone like the Spinel Lady." He had never considered the number of four letter fabrics in the world until he had spent time in court. As far as Preacher was concerned, though...
"You could fly in the face of politeness and choose a curse if you wanted. Or, I don't know, Kill, Huff, Fist, Claw. Zuul from Ghostbusters?"
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