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  1. Never mind which level of Hell they’re on…John Murtha breathed a sigh of relief; he had heard many others scream in pain in the Quarantine Section as thousands of virgin Demons with anvil-shaped genitalia, in blocks of 72, “broke in” the new arrivals. He was not entitled to one.
    However, he was not without the same aches and pains he suffered while he was on the Earth above; they were only magnified many times over. He exited from the center to find a fellow politician with swim trunks on.
    “Hello, John,” greeted Ted Kennedy. “Care for some scotch?” He thrust a bottle forward, and Murtha declined. “More for me I guess.” He took another gulp.

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