Chon pulled out a fat Cuban, lit up, and bellowed smoke out into the evening air like a freight train signalling its oncoming course. He grinned a gorilla faced, or possibly chimpanzee faced grin. Turns out someone noticed the old trend recycling itself.
"Let's t(d)o it." he said, tramping down mystery mountain on the way to Aspiere. Everything was going according to plan.
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