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Ames starts to move on this line , and we cut to a medium shot , panning as he goes from the desk to the door , taking his jacket from the rack as he opens the door . He swings the jacket over his shoulder as he exits leaving the door ...
Ames starts to move on this line , and we cut to a medium shot , panning as he goes from the desk to the door , taking his jacket from the rack as he opens the door . He swings the jacket over his shoulder as he exits leaving the door ...
Side 31
Now the sheets felt clean and she had warmed them by stretching her little body under the whole blanket as he had seen her do before . He touched her , they came together and he felt her smooth legs move among his .
Now the sheets felt clean and she had warmed them by stretching her little body under the whole blanket as he had seen her do before . He touched her , they came together and he felt her smooth legs move among his .
Side 32
The snow wasn't too deep and he could move along the unplowed roads , etching his passing in the smoothness . ... But he would pay , not with money , but with endless trips like this to work , with many many days of moving in the ...
The snow wasn't too deep and he could move along the unplowed roads , etching his passing in the smoothness . ... But he would pay , not with money , but with endless trips like this to work , with many many days of moving in the ...
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THE SEA GULLS Roy Sussman | 3 |
THE PHYSICIAN William R Freeman | 21 |
NOTES ON CONTRIBUTORS | 34 |
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