
The Journey of an Ou
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A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",The menacing muzzle of the gun pointed straight at Jack's red, bloated nose. The old man immediately raised his hands in surrender.,Is this still that cowardly Jack That's not right!。