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doc#136 | ? He shook his head. " |
doc#145 | said, shoving his bullet-riddled |
doc#139 | , and since his release from prison |
doc#134 | . Gavin slipped his arms around his |
doc#109 | , rather than his immediate impressions, |
doc#144 | missing and that his own gray was |
doc#96 | would show that his clients were " |
doc#142 | longer, then his nerve gave under |
doc#108 | , even though his emphasis is elsewhere |
doc#44 | will really throw his administration into a |
doc#112 | very close to his own words. </p> |
doc#124 | by damage to his food crops or |
doc#145 | recalled Dan to his lack of fitness |
doc#144 | lurched drunkenly to his feet, lowered |
doc#141 | the gun to his car -- he |
doc#27 | left hand to his right hand after |
doc#105 | invaluable help to his career. " |
doc#143 | walking out to his corral that morning |
doc#108 | ] presented to his senses. It |
doc#141 | he scrambled to his feet again. |