Doug

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The excitement in the room and coming over the phone lines seemed almost palpable. It was all coming together, all the pieces. And tomorrow the agents were going to go out and get this son of a bitch. “I love the smell of napalm in the morning,” Thorson said. “Smells like…” “Victory!” shouted those in the room and on every
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