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doc#61 | tried to stretch his blow into a |
doc#134 | Charlie, dumped his body in my |
doc#103 | and muscle in his body showed, |
doc#100 | Griffith, in his book, The |
doc#138 | floor and scraped his boot over the |
doc#135 | which he placed his booty. </p><p> Shouldering |
doc#143 | over to help his boss. </p><p> " |
doc#108 | simply not within his bounded province. </p> |
doc#145 | in place while his boys swung up |
doc#139 | a cigar in his breast pocket, |
doc#139 | the picture into his breast pocket, |
doc#139 | <p> Barton cursed under his breath. After |
doc#137 | with anger, his breath coming in |
doc#144 | . </p><p> Jess caught his breath in surprise |
doc#142 | have trouble with his breathing. He |
doc#148 | stayed home; his bride opened the |
doc#67 | rushing total for his brilliant sophomore season |
doc#142 | hunkered down with his broad back to |
doc#107 | fiscal program and his broad interpretation of |
doc#146 | , he hauled his bronc around and |