Ariete, then...this is just for pun:
Ariete, then...this is just for pun:
The Big Sheep
By Chandler Raymond
IT WAS ABOUT ELEVEN O'CLOCK in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the Alps. I was wearing my dark black Hugo Boss uniform, with dark black shirt, tie and peaked cap, black boots, black wool socks with dark red swastikas on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private unterobersturmgruppefuhrerleiteroffizierfeldhernkadetoberstmarschall ought to be. I was calling on four billion reichsmarks. The main hallway of the Berghof place was two stories high...
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