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The Stylishness Coming back he felt like a man sitting on a train going home from seeing the blue angel. Besides a person who was on secondment from the army so often he was a now a colonel and knew the railway system in Germany. He had been on a bender for days and, the room where he woke up was dingy and needed, and all he needed was a cold bottle of beer not for him but his shakes. His thoughts of beer were interrupted by a knock on the door, it was the army officer on secondment saying goodbye he was off on another train had been promoted as well to a higher rank, I congratulated him saw him disappearing down the hall. Discipline! That`s what is needed, with that he got up had a shower, walked out with nonchalance. Which wasn`t tricky at a downtrodden hotel.

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