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[emmett_reiland]

            “Quiet lads.” Andrew leaned on the edge of the couch. He flicked the ash of his cigarette into the ashtray on the table in front of him. He grabbed the remote on the table and turned up the volume.

“Mind if I open the wendows Andrew?” Larry asked. “It’s a tad stuffy in here.”
            “Noh, go ahead Lar.”

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