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... gh the concrete floors of the apartment like a beacon, and every beastman on the top floor froze where he stood.
Sarge’s cock had gone rock solid the second the noises began, straining against his canvas fatigues with a will of its own.
Marx started to make a joke, but Sarge snatched the canteen from his hand and strode for the corridor, face like granite. First left, past the ruined living room, into the bathroom. The mirror was cracked and grimy, the sink had never run, but Sar ...
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