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Thu, 24.09.2009

THURMAN THOMAS by Reuben Jackson.

Barely through the second quarter-and he has already rushed through swatches of curses, blood and astro turf fourteen times-a ballet of chalkboard moves which sometimes fail.

After the bodies rise, he takes brief glimpses at the sky, and flags which seem to point in the direction of a quiet beach….

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So she sd, if u lose me, u lose a good thing. and he sd, u’re right but there are so many good things what cld the loss of... NEXT DOOR by Lani Mataki.
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