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... up, because they were little shits, and you didn't earn such an illustrious title by listening to people when they gave you instructions.
I worked my jaw and narrowed my eyes at the lot of them. "Last one in line I get to pick their costume."
That snapped them to attention. It was always about the stick and the stick. If they misbehaved, you whacked them with a stick. And if they did good, you'd give them a stick to whack others with. Carrots were for losers.
The plan fo ...
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