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From: | Cecil Johnston |
Subject: | Fwd: |
Date: | Sun, 31 Dec 2006 18:05:58 +0500 |
The sun beamed down from a cloudless sky and
temperatures sometimes rose into the mid-sixties.
Eyes wild and blank, he lashed out at Geoffrey, striking his old friend high on the cheekbone. |
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