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One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. It was a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester uniform. She fell into another slumber, one which was more like a blackout. I believe that he will marry her. You’re never going to believe this, by the way. “You are their friend, then?” “I am,” Courtlaw answered.
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