Date: 2024-06-11 01:15 am (UTC)
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Carver sighs, settling a little. Maybe he could sleep. Just for a little bit. "I'll owe you a drink," he murmurs. "Vodka, not beer."

They'll get out. They'll survive. The commander said it, so it must be true.
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