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From: | Ruby Akers |
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Date: | Mon, 11 Dec 2006 05:26:16 +0500 |
Old Shinny had been clearly puzzled as well, but in the end he had concurred with the diagnosis.
He drew his gun and the two of them started slowly down the hall to Pauls closed bedroom door. Paul jammed his teeth together and grimly told himself hewould not vomit, would not, would not.
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