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From: | Justin Rogers |
Subject: | [Pm2mail-info] Fwd: |
Date: | Sat, 23 Dec 2006 08:46:00 +0500 |
He wrote until dawn was coming up in the east
and then fell into bed and slept for four hours. He could see their shadows
lying like construction-paper cutouts on the snow, but that was all. Near the
end one of them asked how she had come by the ugly-looking scratches on her
forehead. It was much too big to be a flower petal, and she thought it might be
a dead bird of some sort.
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