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His eyes never left her face. ’ Kimble’s widening gaze told its own tale, but still he kept his fingers on the handle of the door. Courtlaw sat with folded arms. What had shifted his casual interest was the visible prospect of a party of three who were coming down the packet gangplank. We are doing a unit on World War II in American History right now, so maybe I am getting a little wrapped up in the unit or something, I dunno. I'd go for it.
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