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I secured the dog after he had wounded me. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. ” Anna rose to her feet. ” “Why on earth—? A man ought to be labelled. PRIVATE FIRST CLASS “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry.
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