I'm sitting here, staring into my coffee mug, because that's the effectual sort of person I am before noon, and something hits me with the force of a meteor from the sky. Or something.
Radzinsky. We've never seen the body. A blood spot, yeah, but no body. We've been told, by Kelvin Inman (a douchebag liar of high order himself) that Radzinsky
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