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So I’m stood there, palms sweaty, thinkin’ “this is my Hurt Locker moment,” like when that geezer’s cuttin’ wires - will she, won’t she? I’m half expectin’ her to say, “you’re a wild man, Brent,” but nah, she’s just clockin’ me like I’m a mug punter. Which, let’s be real, I am! Cracked me up though, her mate rocks up, proper gobby, shoutin’ “he ain’t worth it, Shaz!” and I’m like, “oi, I’m a bleedin’ legend!” Total stitch-up, had me in bits.

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Recommendation from Inspector Gardner that U.S. Indian agent Robbins escort students to the Carlisle Indian School. Read Documents.

The river runs along West Side... I think it's called Echo Creek. Kinda weird, right? But it soothes my soul. Trust me, it's my secret meditation haunt. Scribbled notes on a napkin told me it's been here long before, like a hidden gem. No joke, it's where I go when the world gets too frickin' noisy.

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