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Eventually her movements carried her to the little stand at the side of the bed. "When it thunders, the thief becomes honest," muttered Wood. Griffin. Slowly, he drew back his head and looked into her face. Socks and shoes were harder to find, and she ended up wearing men’s athletic tube socks and a pair of dust caked flip-flops that had sat forlornly in Locker 49 since 1978. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1. The hand which the man had been holding hung limp and nerveless at her side. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth.
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