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He made a quick movement towards her, but she did not flinch. You may enjoy your pride, your arrogance—in a coffin. ‘I do not command your services, mon major. “How’s the star?” John’s father asked. Arrived in the plantation she sat down with her back against a tree trunk. She longed to enjoy human food as he did. Little did he know that she had begged her parents as a youngster to get her a language tutor. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. Given time and the right environment, and he would outgrow these defects. Gregory B.
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