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doc#142 | He would tell her not to pry |
doc#144 | right, telling her a thing like |
doc#109 | Marsicano feels that her ideas may have |
doc#148 | I felt that her eyes were undressing |
doc#140 | but hope that her dedication to her |
doc#104 | aged mother that her son Fought with |
doc#142 | . Not that her mother knew what |
doc#140 | lungs so that her breath came in |
doc#140 | mouth so that her tongue was dry |
doc#140 | forces that threatened her , Pamela was |
doc#132 | experiences flashed through her mind as if |
doc#135 | <p> Susan bounced to her feet and slammed |
doc#140 | her dedication to her mission would enable |
doc#133 | the dipper to her mouth. She |
doc#132 | difficulties due to her husband's marginal |
doc#148 | , echoed to her hard heels as |
doc#133 | hands going to her hair. " |
doc#133 | <p> She got to her feet, staggered |
doc#140 | lifted herself to her feet laboriously. |
doc#148 | introduce me to her as my new |