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I saw West in the slums of Nicodemus, Kansas, a cold, poor soul. He had been in a clan with me before, and
we needed some experince. When I found him, he was sprawled out on the ground, with his dog licking his navel. I woke
him up and bought him a drink at the bar. We caught up with each other, then he offered to take me back to his place,
but I quickly changed the subject and I convinced him to become our 8th member.
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