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I took a long drag from my cigarette. Standing out on the balcony of my office overlooking the city, I had felt it was about damn time I took a break. Eichmann had been giving me more and more to work on this week. I hate paper work. I figure it wise not to complain, but I'd rather be outside of a small office, doing what I have been trained ( Read more... )
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Finishing off my own coffee, I noticed he had left and envelope on the table. It had already been open, so with my curiosity getting the best of me, I took a peek.
An invitation to the Fuhrer's state ball...
What did my burder do for the SS that had him invited to such an event?!
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