Various Authors noon, Jan. 18
John Howard. Blood has soaked his sock and collected in his shoe. His wrist hangs in languid pain.
Posted November 15, 1984
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Blueback sub duty, extreme bicycling, wildfire, smuggling into Poland, smuggling from TJ, mystery of the Gypsy Song
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