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Post by Leon Silverblood on Mar 10, 2007 18:00:56 GMT -5
Leon flops onto the floor, half out of underground passage and blind soused. He had to do something to pass the time and ally his claustrophobia.
"Now hur thss." he slurs, waving a finger at a cabinet door of the bar, both eyes squinting meanly at the old red oak. "Ah don't cahr who-" His face hits the floor and he begins drooling in silence, out like a light.
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