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Amy:
"Whew, that's so much better! Thank you..." |
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Stranger:
"No need to thank the hijacker, miss." |
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Amy:
"I'm serious. I have to be honest with you... I'm not going
to visit my sick aunt in Bromide Gulch, I work in Boxtop Hill's
Telegraph Office #2, or I did until about nine this morning..." |
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Stranger:
"Go on..." |
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Amy:
"Well, it just so happens that I was the operator that
received the message for Dan Tastic about a pile of gold shipping
out in a large crate bound for National County. You wouldn't
believe how dull most of the telegraphs that come through are,
so this one stuck out..." |
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Stranger:
"...right." |
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