Is that still you, Maggie?
copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
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- Is that still you, Maggie?copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
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- This is Sam on my roof. He grows, changes, heals....
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- Maggie had decided to die at this point. She had ...
- Hey you. Are we father and son? Are we granite? ...
- I sleep through the dilemmas of time, and Sara kee...
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- They look silly for me, at me. But you see them. ...
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- My face of pleased parent and my son's face of gra...
- Freshme. Exit. Choose.copyright@2006 Jeff Beddow
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