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Post by Specialist290 on Mar 23, 2007 16:33:19 GMT -5
Huey clenches his teeth together, trying to keep his composure.
"Here, tell ya what--how about we get your friend fixed up first? That way you can go on back to doing your very important job of defending your safehouse--which I'm sure must be a lovely one--and we won't have to get you involved in boring administrative details?"
He walks over to the box of kiwis and picks it up, studying it contemplatively.
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