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doc#61 on a walk to second baseman Dick Howser, a wild pitch, and Frank Cipriani's single
doc#142 was Red Hogan, a wiry little puncher with a wild streak and a liking for hell-raising
doc#107 commented to Jefferson in 1789, "We are in a wilderness without a single footstep to
doc#143 a team to a buckboard, they drove out to a willow-lined creek about a half-mile off
doc#134 over the horse's neck as if to hide from a wind that had begun to blow far away and
doc#122 the thermostated mineral oil-bath through a window. Two types of light source were
doc#102 -- and see what must still happen before a wing of B-52 bombers could drop their H
doc#102 his coworkers. </p><p> Now let us imagine a wing of B-52's, on alert near their "positive
doc#136 rifle cradled in his arms; I didn't catch a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw
doc#144 head to light a lantern which hung from a wire loop. As he crossed to the side of
doc#122 intensity on the cell were achieved by use of a wire screen and by varying the distance
doc#147 into the gray and vanished. As if drawn by a wire the enemy flew into them. Greg tightened
doc#142 also along. The seventh man was Red Hogan, a wiry little puncher with a wild streak
doc#11 Worth to cover up places like Paradise, a Wise County hamlet of 250 people. </p><p>
doc#103 of starving. He had long black hair and a wispy beard. The ridges over his eyes were
doc#103 went after the squall as mercilessly as a wolf pack after an abandoned cow. I followed
doc#133 they were closer and he saw that one was a woman, he was more puzzled than ever. </p>
doc#137 their eyes, letting himself be browbeaten by a woman. They expected greater things from
doc#137 , though. Somebody might mistake you for a woman". </p><p> He meant to say more, but
doc#148 morning I saw him approach the store with a woman and introduce me to her as my new