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"Ray took the pistol and slowly stood and stashed it in front of him, pulling his shirt over the grip. Then he leaned forward and grabbed the bottle resting on top of the shelf and made his way back through the cabin to the door.
As he stepped back out into the night, Ray uncorked and took a swig of the Arechabala. It was good Cuban rum out of Cárdenas and he prayed it would do the trick."
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