FORE:Chapter 19"Poor horses," murmured Shorty. "I always feel mighty sorry for them. They hadn't nothin' to do with gittin' up this rebellion. We must go around and kill such as is alive, and put them out o' their misery."
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FORE:He was happy. Slowly he realized that he had hardly ever been happy before."It's a living," Albin said casually, shrugging. Then: "But I'm serious. One good dose of real enjoyment will cure you, friend. One good dose of funby which, kiddo, I mean plain ordinary old sex, such as can be had any free evening around hereand you'll stop being depressed and worried. Uncle Albin Cendar's Priceless Old Recipe, kiddo, and don't argue with me: it works."
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