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“Prudent, you say, sir? Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by incapacity. So sayeth William Blake. Are we capable under these circumstances, Mr. Stone?”
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42 4 2
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“No shit!”
“Shit! I mean no, Blow. I took a photo off the website and put it on ours.
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The flashing blue lights squirted jet fuel on his excitement. He saw the first set atop a marked unit blocking the dirt drive entrance at the highway.
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47 6 3
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“Homer, this is one time I'd like to see the moon hide behind some clouds all night. Know what I mean?”
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43 4 2
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So over the dry moat and past the spikes and up the side of this bowl they charge. The little punk Hamilton's the first one up, and the fight is on.
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“You're tense as a banjo on speed, little bro. You think they're gonna try something tonight?”
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40 4 3
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He knelt when he reached the pile on the ground and saw it was a deputy he didn't recognize.
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43 4 2
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Blow lifted his night glasses and saw that at least one of the bulldozers was grinding toward them like an Abrams tank.
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57 8 4
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60 10 6
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First chapter, new novel.
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225 5 3
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“Is Gunther...was he a bad principal?”
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