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[Feb. 1st, 2010|03:02 am] |
"Well, back to headquarters company tomorrowlet's drink to that," Wilson said
"I hope we just dig that fuggin road for the rest of the campaign," Gallagher said
Croft fingered his belt dreamilyThe awareness and excitement he had felt after he killed the prisoner had faded on the march to an empty sullen indifference to everything about himAs he drank, the sullenness remained but there were changes taking place in himHis mind had become dulled and blurred, and he would sit motionless for minutes at a time without speaking, intent upon the curious whirling and tumbling that was going on inside his bodyHis mind kept yawing drunkenly like the underwater shadows that ripple about a pilingHe would think, Janey was a drunken whore, and a dull clod of pain would settle in his chestCrack that whip, he muttered to himself, and his mind eddied over the lazy sensual memories of |
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