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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Jan 25, 2006 4:44:00 GMT -5
As the tremors died away Cane pushed himself to his feet. He stood a little unsteadily and brushed snow off his uniform. Why had he been on the ground? That Admiral had showed up, moaned a bit, and... Cane realised that he couldn't actually remember what he had said. He'd been unhappy about something... hadn't he? Cane was frowning as he walked back to the trench.
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