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Jack Twist hasn't been around much, lately. Not since he'd gone off through the door with River and Ennis and found himself on a spaceship out in the great black nowhere.
If he had his way, says his expression, he wouldn't be here now, neither. But there are rules of a sort, and he's gotta play by 'em, and so long's he's here he might as well have a drink or two.
(Or five).
Right?
If he had his way, says his expression, he wouldn't be here now, neither. But there are rules of a sort, and he's gotta play by 'em, and so long's he's here he might as well have a drink or two.
(Or five).
Right?