The next day they found themselves in a dark swamp area, surrounded by fierce-looking natives. What do you want me to tell Sergeant Zerbrowski? he asked. My pride was not worth crashing the Jeep with three other people in it. his living room, but into his bedroom aswell, a room in which other things than just living were done.
He touched my back, and when I didn't tell him not to, he touched my shoulder. It doesn't matter now. He moved towards the door, leaving me to stare around the room. I looked up at him, then, and found his face unreadable.
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