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A Ten Pound Bag

Copyright© 2020 by Emmeran

Chapter 73: A Feverish Interlude–II

Left. Right. Left.

Left. Right. Left.

Whoomph. Whoomph. Whoomph.

F•©king mortars, I hate f•©king mortars.

Where is that f•©king air support, worthless ass fly boys.

Phelan get down you idiot, that’s a tornado

whoomph. Right. whoomph.

Aw f•©k Phelan is down, shooter!!

What the f•©k is a tornado doing here? Mortars during a tornado?

Where the f•©k is Phelan’s face, I can’t find his face.

They shot off his face Doc I can’t find his face.

F•©k, they shot me in the back again Doc. I found the guy, shot him in the face. That’ll teach him to shoot Phelan’s face off.

Magic pills Doc, I need some magic pills. They shot me in the back again. Why does everybody keep shooting me in the back?

Buggy!! Pass that hootch over here, it’s thirsty in here buddy and you’re always hogging all the hootch. Give a brother a go, I couldn’t find Phelan’s face man, I need a drink.

Thanks Doc, say when did you get so pretty Doc...

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