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He wanted her named Mary. There was a Greyhound bus that she was overdue to ride. Anna did not pause, but she looked over her shoulder with slightly lifted eyebrows. As it is, we've only a couple of ducks—and they were intended for you. He had found her by the same agency her father had: native talk, which flew from isle to isle as fast as proas could carry it.
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