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She pocketed the sum total of his ready cash, about fortyeight dollars. Life’s hard enough nowadays for an
unprotected male. For hats that fail and hats that flare;
Toppers their universal wear;
A man scores always, everywhere. She propped a pillow against his padded headboard
and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly
crossed. You’re all
such good cooks. I'll put a brace of
dogs on your track, who'll soon hunt you down. Let me run you
for six months. He had, however, planned brilliant careers for his two sons, and, with a
certain human amount of warping and delay, they were pursuing these. I
love your very breath. I
want my freedom.
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