“Explain,” Colonel Peters snapped at the speaker phone. “No way that snot-nosed boot is stronger than me,” Julie Payne said, chuckling and rocking back in her chair. “Shut up, Payne,” Peters barked without looking at …Would you like to know more?
“Hell,” Angela said, simply. “You think Robert Dante went down to Hell?” “I know it sounds absurd. Hell doesn’t exist,” Julie Payne said, sitting forward and shaking her head as though that might change her …Would you like to know more?
“Brandt will be off his medication in about two or three more hours. We’ll be able to attempt to get him into the ether then.” He still couldn’t bring himself to accept the idea that …Would you like to know more?
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