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Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 17, 2007 2:54:54 GMT -5
Ivan reached into his brothers pack, pulling out a bottle of vodka, and tossed it to Priz.
"He won't mind. After all, you're helping to save his life. He owes you, and me, a few drinks." Ivan said. "Now, who here knows how to construct a good gurney?"
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