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   ^{|| /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿—;;}     A soft chuckle was the only sound to immediately escape the gunslinger’s lips, sliding the tall glass of rum across the table to the young woman – quite obviously nowhere near the legal drinking limit.

      “Actually, I’m about ninety-nine percent sure it’s il-legal – but you want that headache to stop, right? This’ll knock it right out, guaranteed. … Now, where’s that twenty you mentioned?”