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doc#67 | 'd work on my place-kicking |
doc#112 | beaten me or my mother had run |
doc#138 | and got out my application. I |
doc#138 | glances back over my shoulder. No |
doc#138 | had looked over my forms and was |
doc#100 | . Yet paradoxically my liberal friends continue |
doc#116 | coupled with raising my family. This |
doc#138 | . I rapped my knuckles on the |
doc#33 | 'You're my man -- you |
doc#138 | he had read my forms, perhaps |
doc#138 | show of rearranging my forms on the |
doc#143 | My reputation's my stock in trade |
doc#133 | "That's my wife Sharon. |
doc#133 | "That's my spare bedroom. |
doc#148 | later I saw my Uncle's car |
doc#9 | willing to stake my political career on |
doc#75 | throw. Suddenly my reflexes are gone |
doc#112 | it be that my own eyes and |
doc#138 | he insisted that my visits to the |
doc#148 | heard subsequently that my Uncle and Aunt |