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You take the digital camera, two .45 calibre pistol clips, the copy of The Waste Land and other poems by T.S. Eliot, and the can of worms. Ludacris even throws in a satchel to keep all this stuff and what you were already carrying in.
You glance at the chess set.
"Oh, you can have that too, I'm a bit bored of it", he says. "More of a checkers man myself. Fancy a game first, though?" |
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