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Thursday, December 12, 2013
Colonel : One Word : 60 seconds
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His cold metal buttons reflected the moon above. His jaw, disconnected on one side, swung back and forth. Tongue lolling, blood dripping the shambling corpse groaned.
“It’s the colonel.” James gasped.
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