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He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

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her. Nobody did. The older Master Chief in the corner booth pushed to his feet so fast his chair scraped across the floor tiles, and the sound cut through the bar noise like a slap. The color had already left his face before he was fully standing, because he knew me before the rest of the room had any idea what they were looking at.

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