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From: | Cleisthenes Nass |
Subject: | Re: your PHARloqM |
Date: | Mon, 24 Apr 2006 15:14:42 -0400 |
Hi,
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Cymbals crashed in the metallic, deafening martial music as Tank Shirts eyes widened. Africa? interrupted the stranger. I knew it! That grip-LPN. What remained of the Chameleons memory data banks expanded into the code. LPN-Legion Patria Nostra. Frances Foreign Legion, the mercenaries of the world. It was not what he had in mind, but it would certainly do. |
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