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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:32 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:36 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:00 pm
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Gustav Carlson
"Ughh" This was the cry of defeat. The cry of a broken man. Or, the cry of a man who had partied far too hard. Mumbling, the bearded man tried moving, and succeeded in plummeting from his couch. Rising to his feet slowly, Gustav stumbled, bracing himself against many objects to keep himself upright. "Too many...beers." He said, voice weak and feeble. Shuffling through the hotel room, Gustav shambled to the kitchen, working on the coffee. As the coffee began to brew, Gustav sat upon the counter, working hard to stop from falling over.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:25 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:38 pm
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