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In his alcoholic stupor, Flynnstaggered his way to the bar for a refill. It was either a warm evening orthere was enough liquor going through his body that he felt warm and fuzzy.Looking over his shoulder, the navigator glanced at the first mate on his ship.There was a silly smile playing on Flynn’s lips. “You know,” he announced, fullyturning around. “If you weren’t so obnoxious all the time… I might not havefelt inclined to spit on your drink,” his shoulders drew up and down with ashrug.
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