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IOU bitch, Ithought, tau scrawny bi--Mike, Jo said. In Daughter's cel the girls al clustered around her and wanted to know how she'd gotten there. , and scaring me a little in the bargain. I batted another away--a big onethat likely would have cut open my forehead if it had hit--but herfollow-up struck my bicep and tore a long scratch there.
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