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doc#147 | gas check on his flight when Todman |
doc#147 | flicked up from his instrument panel. |
doc#147 | enemy, tactically his position was correct |
doc#147 | opportunity to exploit his advantages. But |
doc#147 | , Greg made his decision. </p><p> He |
doc#147 | . </p><p> Greg slapped his hand across the |
doc#147 | . </p><p> Greg slammed his throttle to the |
doc#147 | stick and felt his cheeks sag. |
doc#147 | the corner of his eye, he |
doc#147 | , he watched his wingman move out |
doc#147 | . </p><p> He tightened his turn. His |
doc#147 | the radii in his circular sight and |
doc#147 | . Greg tightened his turn until the |
doc#147 | he would join his opponent on the |
doc#147 | the overcast on his back. He |
doc#147 | the slick between his palm and the |
doc#148 | an affair with his wife. If |
doc#148 | and, in his mind's eye |
doc#148 | brought her into his antique store. </p> |
doc#148 | young woman half his age saw in |