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... and the stones soared high over its curved body , dropping into the water in simul- taneous splashes . Oblivious to Peter and his stones , the gull calmly finished his flight , his white wings coasting easily through the breeze .
... and the stones soared high over its curved body , dropping into the water in simul- taneous splashes . Oblivious to Peter and his stones , the gull calmly finished his flight , his white wings coasting easily through the breeze .
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Sammy had just finished his last sheep and , feeling for the proper slit in the metal sheath he wore , pushed his knife in so that the wooden handle whacked a finality . They both stepped down . The live sheep were behind a sliding ...
Sammy had just finished his last sheep and , feeling for the proper slit in the metal sheath he wore , pushed his knife in so that the wooden handle whacked a finality . They both stepped down . The live sheep were behind a sliding ...
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All around him stood the clean empty walls of recently finished plastering . It was sheet rock actually and even the small sectioning job around the picture window had disappeared into the expanse of white- ness .
All around him stood the clean empty walls of recently finished plastering . It was sheet rock actually and even the small sectioning job around the picture window had disappeared into the expanse of white- ness .
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THE SEA GULLS Roy Sussman | 3 |
THE PHYSICIAN William R Freeman | 21 |
NOTES ON CONTRIBUTORS | 34 |
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