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Napoleon came around, finally opening his eyes, though he was forced to squint as the light hurt them.
His felt as though a sixteen wheeler had run over him, and his mouth tasted like an entire army of soldiers with very dirty boots had tramped through it. Quickly realizing he was no longer on the jet and out doors; the humidity of the rainforest and his memory of its smells assaulted his nose.
“Why hello there Napoleon,” Sylvia oozed. She forced him to raise his chin, pushing it upwards with a riding crop held in her gloved hand; giving him no choice but to look at her.
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