'' how am i supposed to prepare lunch , if that 's all there is to prepare . '' he swung the fridge door open . '' guys , this ai n't gon na feed a flea , let alone ... '' his voice drifted off when he saw me . his scowl seemed to deepen . certainly not the face of an angel . ignoring his gaze , i peered into the

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it was almost surreal being on the field . i had n't looked back when i 'd left three years before , but standing there that night , i could n't believe i 'd stayed away so long . as i took my seat again , becca leaned over . '' so do i get an autograph ? '' '' you can have a lot more than an

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ruthie , just thinking out loud , wondered if there was any connection between the fishbone and the ocean voyage to europe . '' you 've got to interpret them right . '' ruthie did say she saw money coming to the hogans . '' oh , i got that already from poor larry , '' mrs. hogan explained . '' i must have got the past and future cards mixed , '' said

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'' good , then maybe you wo n't mind if i join you . '' did she want that ? brad was n't unappealing , but there was n't much about him that screamed attraction . when he smiled , the spark did n't reach his eyes , not the way jack 's eyes danced when he laughed . she really needed to stop comparing the man to

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