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A chill rain thrummed against the sides of John’s car, having slowed from deluge to steady patter, the snow was 158 dissolved where it lay. Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big eyebrows like dead caterpillars. Fast and Loose 415 XXIII. Why ain’t you gorn? Seems to me I had ought to arrest you. “I mean to,” she replied.
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