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Chapter Forty-Seven. Fanning the flames.
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... hated throwing up, and he hated it when people laughed at him or snickered about him behind his back.
The first and the third tended to coincide, and the second often followed.
Monroe was sitting on the bed, watching in silent solidarity.
At least Bob took it as solidarity.
He decided to take a shower, then brush his teeth, just in case.
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Bob walked back into the tavern thirty minutes after he'd left it and tried to sneak over to the tabl ...
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