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From: | Ella Cuevas |
Subject: | [Janosik-devel] Fwd: .. |
Date: | Mon, 13 Nov 2006 01:00:48 -0100 |
He turned the pages faster and faster, his horror mounting, and the two thoughts which kept repeating were Why in Gods name didnt they tip faster?
One was suspending something (the typewriter came immediately to mind) over the door so she would be killed or knocked unconscious when she came in. He worked himself over to the edge of the bed, made sure the wheelchair brake was on, then grasped its arms and pulled himself slowly into the seat.
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