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doc#147 | went up tight against the ceiling and led | them | back to their pass to home. Mercifully, |
doc#147 | flicked up from his instrument panel. He saw | them | , specks against the gray, but closing fast |
doc#147 | course, no way for the other planes to get by | them | . It was a box. But they could turn and |
doc#147 | the flights over against one wall. It gave | them | all a chance to make a high-speed climbing |
doc#147 | attack and a break-away that would not take | them | into the overcast or force a tight-turn |
doc#147 | was too tight, a barrel roll would bring | them | out. A hell of an altitude for a barrel |
doc#147 | As if drawn by a wire the enemy flew into | them | . Greg tightened his turn until the plane |
doc#148 | understand why they are classics; those who wrote | them | knew people and what made people tick. </p> |
doc#148 | spirit of Mardi Gras. I had seen two of | them | and we would soon be in another city-wide |
doc#148 | when our eyes met we both quickly averted | them | . I thought I saw a faint surge of color |