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Think of a small, calm lake where a big rock is thrown. The ripples from the center reach the shore, come back to the center, and then go back to the ..
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“Well,
what did I tell you?”
I had ignored Dennison’s first question. That
was the one thing that annoyed me most about hi..
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Ellen
thought this whole damn thing was taking way too long. Her attorney had said it
would take some time but she never imagined it would have la..
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It
originally been Dennison’s idea, but Elliot, after thinking it over for a
couple of days, had also thought it was, at this point and time..
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The
stool I usually sat on was two over and occupied by a biker. I was glad it was
taken. I had seen his chopper when I had pulled into the lot. S..
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Bleacher
walked alone through the woods following the leaf-covered path, his long and
lean frame making big strides. The wet brush of late aftern..
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When
I got back from HOI’s I checked into the Red Roof Inn, unpacked, and got some
ice out of the machine down the hallway.
I realized th..
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Bleacher knew they were both probably still cursing at him, even though
he couldn’t hear them now. He continued working his way alone, feel..
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It
had started out like it always had. Moffat had seen it happen so many, many
times before. The losses added up quickly and, as always, he fou..
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I’ve
never told anyone about this before.
After talking with Moffat, I remembered about
“The four P’s”.
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