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No, he said. Then all you have to... what do you mean, 'no? Do I have to explain it all to you again? My bodyguard heaved a great sigh.
I don't much care whether or not I get back. In fact, thinking about it, I'd like it a whole helluva lot better if I didn't. The truth is I like it out here, away from all the bullshit of the Army bureaucracy.
Well, breast cancer for one thing, there's this chartered flight. Considering the tight-fisted nature of the Legion, I find it a bit out of character for them to allow the added expense of a private ship rather than using normal commercial transport.
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