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Originally Posted by pshrynk
Vera stepped off the veranda into the heat of the Panama City night.
"To Hell with Harv!" she muttered. He was nothing but trouble, anyway. Why, he couldn't even get that damned boat of his to stop leaking, even after three barrels of pitch and an entire sailcloth.
She sauntered down the path leading to the American Zone, thinking she needed to have some fun and the navvies there were certainly her type of fun. She wanted it and she wanted it bad!
And nowhere else in Central America did they make peach cobbler like the ones in the Enlisted club.
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Originally Posted by zelda_pinwheel
a lot can happen in panama city at night
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That would make a good first line for the next installment
