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The Surgeon 杭州减压会所was famous for prescribing bluemass and quinine for every ailment presented to him, from sore feet to “shell fever.” Si

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tent, but solicitude for his comrade restrained him. The Surgeon was probably right, and it was Si’s duty to do all that he could to bring Shorty around again to his normal 杭州足疗店哪家好 condition. But how in the world was he going to get his partner to take the medicine? Shorty had the resolute antipathy to drugs common to all healthy men.

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Si wandered over to the Sutler’s in hopes of seeing something there that would help him. He was about despairing when he noticed a boy open a can of large, yellow peaches.

“The very thing,” said Si, slapping his thigh. “Say, young man, gi’ me a can o’ peaches jest like them.”

Si took his can and carefully approached his tent, that he might decide upon his plan before Shorty could see him and his load. He discovered that 杭州足浴吧 Shorty was sitting at a little distance, with his back to him, cleaning his gun, which he had taken apart.

“Bully,” thought Si. “Just the thing. His hands154 are dirty and greasy, and he won’t want to tech anything to eat.”

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“Open your mouth and shut your eyes, Shorty,” he said. “I saw some o’ the nicest canned peaches down at the Sutler’s, and I suddenly got hungry for some. I bought a can and brung ’em up to the tent. Jest try ’em.”

He stuck the spoon out towards Shorty’s mouth. The latter, with his gunlock in one hand and a greasy rag in the other, looked at the tempting morsel, opened his mouth, and the deed 杭州按摩足浴网 was done.

“Must’ve left a stone in that peach,” he said, as he gulped it down.

“Mebbe so,” said Si, with a guilty flush, and pretending to examine the others. “But I don’t find none in the