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He was referring to somebody I didn't know , and when I asked him who it was he said " His name's Potter . He irks me . I don't like the way he walks . He walks funny , don't you think ? " Sloane giggled and asked him how he could tell ...
He was referring to somebody I didn't know , and when I asked him who it was he said " His name's Potter . He irks me . I don't like the way he walks . He walks funny , don't you think ? " Sloane giggled and asked him how he could tell ...
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She asked for flowers . Toby cut bunches at dawn and carried them in in his arms . Toby struggled against drinking , knowing that it made her happy , perhaps even helped keep her alive . Once more she smiled , grew weaker , asked for ...
She asked for flowers . Toby cut bunches at dawn and carried them in in his arms . Toby struggled against drinking , knowing that it made her happy , perhaps even helped keep her alive . Once more she smiled , grew weaker , asked for ...
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I've never asked for . . . I've never asked . . . " her lip trembled . " Please " ? There were tears in her eyes . " Okay , okay , " Willie growled . " Forget I said anything . " She got up . " I'm going to the observation car .
I've never asked for . . . I've never asked . . . " her lip trembled . " Please " ? There were tears in her eyes . " Okay , okay , " Willie growled . " Forget I said anything . " She got up . " I'm going to the observation car .
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