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From: | Khayri Coates |
Subject: | [Af-test] Re: PHARMltaACY |
Date: | Mon, 24 Apr 2006 04:29:01 -0400 |
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spoke quietly, Jason Bourne took Conklin aside to the edge of the short
marble roof, the rain now harsh. The former candlelight procession
below, the flickering flames now gone, was half scattered, half holding
its position by a gravesite. I didnt mean to choose this place, Alex,
said Jason. But with that crowd down there I couldnt think of another.
Remember the gatehouse and that wide path to the parking lot? .. |
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