and that is a priceless gift to our dying race . '' sara paced the length of the room , suddenly needing falcon . the longer she was away from him , the worse it seemed to be . need . it crawled through her , twisted her stomach into knots , took her breath away . she accepted it , had known the need long before she had known the reality of

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he lived on that farm , and sometimes i lived there , too , when i could n't deal with the circus clown car of my home life . kiss night was black as pitch . we were in rolling around in the hay . with tongue and a hand on the boob-what bee-sting i 've got . the lenox had square , warm hands . i opened my eyes in the middle of the

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above the green door of the modest library , a plaque read : mark twain library and then in slightly smaller print : gift of samuel l. clemens . i found that curious , but now was hardly the time . we headed to the librarian 's desk . since berleand had the official badge , even if we were way out of his district , i let him take the lead . '' hello , '' he said to the

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i ca n't - not if i do n't want to fly into a murderous rage . my finger pauses over an image on the screen : a casual , cerulean-blue dress with cap sleeves . it 's cute , and it does n't look overly expensive-not that you can always guess . i 'm not sure what to do from here , so i tap my finger on the picture of the

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