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doc#135 | and dabbing at her eyes. </p><p> Mike |
doc#133 | looking down at her for a moment |
doc#141 | looking down at her expectantly. </p><p> " |
doc#141 | slid in at her side, tucked |
doc#148 | my looking at her was surreptitious lest |
doc#95 | sorely needed at her Portland home by |
doc#140 | and scratched at her slacks; tree |
doc#148 | enough to be her father; some |
doc#98 | -law became her lover after the |
doc#137 | and fallen behind her shoulders, held |
doc#145 | could not believe her own eyes. |
doc#145 | chamber pot beside her feet, and |
doc#148 | was standing beside her , watching the |
doc#140 | station wagon beside her mother. She |
doc#86 | ten discrepancies between her memory of Dr. |
doc#140 | her, blocking her retreat. </p><p> She |
doc#142 | . </p><p> It bothered her that she probably |
doc#137 | tried to break her fall. He |
doc#148 | my Uncle brought her into his antique |
doc#140 | fell, bruising her arm on a |