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From: | bug-gfe |
Subject: | Fwd: |
Date: | Fri, 22 Dec 2006 05:59:24 +0600 |
He tried looking up at the interlocked Ws, but all too soon he was looking at the typewriter again.
She looked vaguely at the calendar, where the smiling boy rode his sled through an endless February. Paul bumped over the lintel, and then the chairs hard rubber wheels rolled smoothly over the tiles.
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