Walter sat in his bunk with Pup, a cigarette, and a fermented wheat beverage pilfered from work while he sorted through
the many pictures he'd taken that day.
That part of the day had been interesting. His day had
started oddly, had a
less than salutory middle, and an even less pleasant
encounter with Blackadder.
He'd had a pleasant enough
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