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        and dump the oil into the sea. The system was to be used
        in case of an emergency. I knew this was an emergency.
        But it wasn't that simple.
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        find any carpenter who's as talented as you are on
        restoration work."  "That sounds fabulous!" Mady cried, with
        real joy in her voice. Bill went on.  "And that's where my
        parents come in," he said. "I talked to them, too."
        (Love in Bloom, by Jennie Abbott)
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        people can be. He's even laughed about it. And he doesn't
        sell anything that is very rare or costly. (Picture of Evil, by
        Janet Lorimer)
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        appetite." (No Secrets, by Nancy White)
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        she noticed this, Jane became serious again. (The Road to
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        Joe said. "But you don't have much chance of getting one
        around this area unless union members back you up."
        (Chance of a Lifetime, by Jennie Abbott)
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        "you should put down your clipboard more often."  "What
        do you mean?"  Joe asked, sounding a little confused.  "It's
        just that you're less serious--and a lot more fun--without
       it," Vonnie answered.
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        transmitter. And she hoped that Dawson would pick up the
        signal and get to her in time. She wished she'd remembered
       it before now. But there was no use in wishing. She rolled
        over and began to swim. (A Dangerous Game, by Janet
        Lorimer)
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        not answer them, who were to blame, or the ushers at the
        meeting; it was the poor women who had had bruises and
        their knocks and scratches, and who were put into prison
        for doing precisely nothing but holding a protest meeting in
        the street after it was all over.
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        under a concern on account of some Friends who, this
        summer, A. D. 1758, had bought Negro slaves, the said
        meeting moved it in their quarterly-meeting, to have the
        minute reconsidered in the yearly-meeting, which was made
        last on that subject:... (A Testimony against Slavery, by
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        didn't want to break her date with Tony. (Never Too Late,
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        Spirits are divided among ten surnames, all sharing in the
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        road and parted their hoods slightly, they saw Golden Dog
        standing off in the distance, his eyes staring blankly, his jaw
        hanging slack. After a momentary pause in the wailing, they
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