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doc#142 | year she'll like living in Clayton |
doc#142 | n't imagine something like this happening to |
doc#142 | n't see something like this happening to |
doc#142 | clung to men like themselves, that |
doc#143 | state can shoot like that"? </p> |
doc#143 | sort of acted like he didn't |
doc#144 | her a thing like that. Could |
doc#144 | would go up like a haystack" |
doc#144 | . A man like Jess would want |
doc#144 | , I'd like to kill you |
doc#144 | easy to someone like Jess, but |
doc#144 | . It was like hitting a sack |
doc#145 | I'd sure like to get in |
doc#145 | How's Sally like rubbin' agin that |
doc#146 | notorious dive clung like a bird's |
doc#147 | would be canceled like all the others |
doc#147 | done. Just like shooting at a |
doc#148 | She looked more like twenty-five |
doc#148 | smile that was like New Orleans sunshine |
doc#148 | , full bodied like a rare wine |