... tabs—Regal, and a lighter. 'Fillyer boots, boyo.' I ripped into the low-flying ... tab from the pack, lit himself up from my tip. 'It's the end of the road now ... spill it now or it's blood I'll be spilling and you know I'm good for it ...
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