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Bourbon On The Rocks #176


I came rushing back from my hallucination as I came rushing up out of the water. I began gasping for breath but was still wiggling my wrists. I almost had the right one free. One more trip into the dunk tank should be all I needed.

“Randolph,” Cal said with the irritation of someone who’d lost his amusement with the current activities, “I’d just kill you and be done with it, but Mr. Diamond wants Milton Dunn. Now if I have to dunk you every couple of minutes for the rest of your life I will.”

I’d bet he would…

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