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“Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. "Jack!" Her son averted his gaze. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. The odour of coconut prevailed, delicately but abidingly; for, save for the occasioned pleasure junket, The Tigress was a copra carrier, shell and fibre. To my loving parents and brothers, and my Aunts, Gail and Barb. I’ve got to run to get to my Study Hall.
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