Hardwood and beer. Here we would’ve drunk several more beers and smoked many cigarettes. The sunny day outside would turn to night. Eventually we’d feel the need to move on. Would we want excitement? Shmaybe, shmaybe not. One can never tell how a mission will turn out at the beginning. Usually not. Usually tis better to talk than shout.


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