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From: | Mariana Mohr |
Subject: | [Javaweb-submit] Fwd: ! |
Date: | Fri, 24 Nov 2006 20:23:54 +0500 |
He hadnt died, hadnt slept, but for awhile after Annie hobbled him the pain went away.
She raised her hands to her forehead and pressed them against the wounds, blotting them. This time she was not heading downhill, toward Sidewinder, but up into the high country.
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