"I'm still not sure," Jeff said. "It's my personal experience." Then Colonel Willis took a packet of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the young man. Thank you Jeff said, lighting one. "It doesn't have to be intolerable," the colonel said. "We all have our tasks in this case: I have mine, you have yours." Jeff nodded. He leaned back in his chair and let out a long puff of white smoke. The chair under his buttocks made him feel uncomfortable, and the color of the surrounding walls looked too monotonous. He also thought that his brother might be somewhere in the world, and that the colonel and his companions would not allow themselves to find him. But now, he doesn't care about all this. "I'm not a cruel man," the colonel said, as if he knew how Jeff felt at the moment. "It's just that my mission is not popular." He stood up. "I must go now. There's a truckload of people like you coming tonight." " Www/xiaoshuot xt. 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