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When it had all passed through his fingers and his hand was empty , he picked up another handful . " Damn her . I never get through to her . She's in her own world . " Again he spread his fingers and watched the sand ooze out , forming ...
When it had all passed through his fingers and his hand was empty , he picked up another handful . " Damn her . I never get through to her . She's in her own world . " Again he spread his fingers and watched the sand ooze out , forming ...
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He passed the Gateway Farm , the most successful he knew about , with its triple blue modern silos and steel roofed barn and smooth white house . In the dim light their two stake trucks and three red Farmal tractors stood neglected ...
He passed the Gateway Farm , the most successful he knew about , with its triple blue modern silos and steel roofed barn and smooth white house . In the dim light their two stake trucks and three red Farmal tractors stood neglected ...
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The snow wasn't too deep and he could move along the unplowed roads , etching his passing in the smoothness . Today he would have to pay some more on his house , Cooper remem- bered . But he would pay , not with money , but with endless ...
The snow wasn't too deep and he could move along the unplowed roads , etching his passing in the smoothness . Today he would have to pay some more on his house , Cooper remem- bered . But he would pay , not with money , but with endless ...
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THE SEA GULLS Roy Sussman | 3 |
THE PHYSICIAN William R Freeman | 21 |
NOTES ON CONTRIBUTORS | 34 |
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