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The commander ignored the boy for the moment,rummaging around instead for a bottle of State-distilled whiskey. I like that, Khudenko answered. By thenthe awards ceremony had started. They stood, and smelled,in pleasant contract to the unadorned brick walls, antiseptic odor,and continuous business bustle of the body shop.