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became within the mire of this story.
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The siren and flashing lights were getting
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Closer and closer to chaotic , uncontrollable moment
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When suddendly and unexpectedly, down from the
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street to the third apartment building on
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the right, his gun drawn, he slowly
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forgot how to shoot properly and calmly
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edged his way toward the entrance.
He
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thought that if somebody shows up and
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when the beautiful woman looked at me
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My whole body and soul felt something
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prospect regarding untapped market made the past
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, he risked a quick peek into the
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Closet. What he saw there was so
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warm and telling him everything would be
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Wanting to know for the next stage.
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He began to breathe again. "Didn't I
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ask you to take that out of
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my house. It is not a safe
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Thing to play with! A dinosaur spleen
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to move? I didn't want her to
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Obama's complicity in Trump's illegal surveillance; Irrefutable!
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 to move? I didn't want her to...
get hit," he said.
He wiped blood
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From his fingers as she cried out, “
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We need to go."
At the safe
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Warm, and comforting environment place
to rest
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Our minds,spirits,physical senses and
clear
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house.
He dressed her wounds.
He ate
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supper and then after he called his
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private airfield.
He pointed to the Falcon200
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