What are you driving at? It doesn't have to be three men. The Brotherhood had served its purpose, had kept alive the hopes of free men; now it was time to go back to its ancient ways and let public affairs be handled publicly. You've had your skin bleached, too. Molly had cleared off the two extra glasses from the table, and was dumping one drink so that it spread along the table top and erased the rings their glasses had made.
Sorry-I didn't get a chance to finish the introductions. I'll take care of it. Jack, this is Fatso Konski-the best sandhog in four planets. Perhaps the personal angle really is important; certainly the order under which this journal was started called for i
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