"Paris 1940 Chip told us not to go out. Said, don't you boys tempt the devil. But it been one brawl of a night, I tell you, all of us still reeling from the rot—rot was cheap, see, the drink of French peasants, but it stayed like nails in you gut Didn't even look right, all mossy and black in the bottle. Like drinking swamp woter.
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