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[Ci-development] charter seduction


From: Clem Elkins
Subject: [Ci-development] charter seduction
Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2006 12:53:54 +0200

Soif I cant have a real baby, Ill have to bring you up. No, but they say hes a good bright young fellow. Swiftly, smoothly, he made intravenous injection of the antitoxin,and stood expectant. Silva the healer bulked in theroom, crowding out Gottlieb the inhuman perfectionist.
Wiggs ofthe Cabbage Patch, which both of them esteemed a very fine tale. He vaulted over the side, cranked thecar, and dashed into Leopolis. Say, Doc, I wish youd take a look at my foot.
Winter, a hoary man with a sympathetic bass voice, before hewas admitted to the consultation-room. His first joy passed into fretfulness, and he could haveyelped at the stillness, the inactivity. Martin worried as he took outhis clinical thermometer and gave it a professional-looking shake.
He furiously cranked theFord, banged and clattered past the station and into the wheatprairie. He was consciousof his own mean vocabulary. Barren of her companionship, there would be nothing he wantedto do, nowhere to go.
It was, he decided, laryngeal croup or diphtheria.
Bert hadgiven her so many directions that she had refused to drive thefamily Overland.
He went at it as hehad gone at bacteriology.
He was consciousof his own mean vocabulary. Do you think youre the onlydoctor that ever lost a patient?
On impulse Martindrove down to call on him.
He stood and worried; he drowned in sleepiness andshook himself awake. He crawled past her lamentations and the mans sorrow and drovehome, empty of heart.
Even ifhe turns out to be a girl, darn him! IIIHe had brought from Zenith his own Ochsner surgical case. He furiously cranked theFord, banged and clattered past the station and into the wheatprairie. Well, Im too lazy to look up a new husband.
I suppose you get your biggest competition from Silzer, Doctor?
I got more important things to don talk about you, he cackled.
The village adored, TheYoung Doc is quite some driver, all right.
He was consciousof his own mean vocabulary.
It was, he decided, laryngeal croup or diphtheria. Why didnt you give your mind to it and manage to cure hersomehow?

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