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The cadaver dog nosed my crotch and whined in confusion again.
"I don't mean to insult you, sir," whispered his handler. "But, could you be...?" He looked around, a blush crawling up his neck to his ears. "Impotent? Sick? Maybe cancer? We specifically trained the dog to identify dead people."
Reviews:Trevor Curtis on Amazon wrote:
Next one in the Waylon series. Laughs, action and social commentary. Just go buy it already.
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