He started to turn away. The three of us enjoyed reading Treasure Island to each other. I could feel that I could snap his neck. See, that's exactly what I'm talking about.
No shit, I said. It was like the difference between drowning in the ocean and drowning in a fish pond. Are you refusing a direct order, Mendez? No, sir, but- Then step back, and let the marshal do her job. He hung up.
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