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... oved his bread-crusted finger into his mouth.
Several recruits around burst into mocking laughter.
Old Laver glared, "What's so funny?"
Three days had passed since the little altercation, and Old Laver had mingled well with the recruits in this barrack.
Sitting in front of the only fireplace, the briquettes radiated rolling heat, cooking the peas, sausage bits, and bread soup into a steaming, sticky mush.
With cloth strips barely bandaging his wound, Old L ...
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