TEXT: Continue writing the following text: in the rocket that left after ours . i watched animals being loaded into it . not many . fifteen , maybe . with three other loric . i do n't think they were garde . and something else . a bundle . it looked like a baby , but i could n't tell . '' '' why do n't you think they were
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TEXT: Continue writing the following text: back in the corridor , one of the mercenaries who was directly below the aperture in the ceiling - technically the floor - stared up and through it in disbelief . he did not crouch . he did not notice the moaning guardian until it had grabbed his head with both hands and hauled him off the floor . he screamed as he was thrown through the aperture . if the guardian had intended his body to plummet to the top of the pillar below the aperture , then it had n't taken into account exactly why he had been standing on what , to it , was the
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TEXT: Continue writing the following text: '' what 's your name ? '' '' charley . '' he leaned on the bar again . '' it suits you . charley , i 'm ty . '' '' you have a nice city here , ty . '' '' thank you . '' his expression turned curious . '' what brings you to us ,
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TEXT: Continue writing the following text: by the time she made the turn , he was out of sight . spring was finally arriving in bologna . the last flurries of snow had fallen . the temperature had approached fifty degrees the day before , and when marco stepped outside before dawn he thought about swapping his parka for one of the other jackets . he took a few steps under the dark portico , let the temperature sink in , then decided it was still chilly enough to keep the
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