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Only the Valiant

Written by: northrop

I walked up the stairs and through the front office to the reception area. My guests looked like something that the cat had just dragged in. Bob Thibeault, bearded, tattooed, long haired, and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, was the spokesman. “We want to talk with you about getting Tommy his license.”

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