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From: | Antoinette Fraser |
Subject: | [grt-talk] Fwd: .. |
Date: | Sat, 9 Dec 2006 21:01:36 -0100 |
He crumpled the wet paper with a convulsive closing jerk of his fist and slammed it into her mouth, driving the half-charred first bunch farther down.
Now she stood beside the car, shaking her finger at his closed window, and again Paul could dimly hear her voice: " - think you are so-so-so smaa-aart! He thought Constant Reader would not swallow two unrelated women in neighboring townships being buried alive six months apart as a result of bee-stings.
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