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| d-barrett |
22 10 2007
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He had been drawn a little way into that darkness of which wizards spoke, and he did not want to remember it; it was nothing to do with him. For Edwin Davidoff, it was harder. It wasn't just a criminal case, was it? The same electric chair that would deliver those two pirates to hell would deliver him to a suite in the Dirksen Senate Office Building. Since he had read Advise and Consent as a freshman in high school, Davidoff had lusted for a place in the United States Senate. And he'd worked very hard to earn it: top of his class at Duke Law School, long hours for which he was grossly underpaid by the Department of Justice, speaking engagements all over the state that had nearly wrecked his family life. He had sacrificed his own life on the altar of justice… and ambition, he admitted to himself. And now when it was all within his grasp, when he could rightfully take the lives of two criminals who had forfeited their rights to them… this could blow it all, couldn't it? If he wimped out on the prosecution, plea-bargaining down to a trifling twenty years, all his work, all his speeches about Justice would be forgotten. Just like that?
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| catsnmouse |
22 10 2007
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He hadn't noticed that before. But, Nikko?
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| darrellwd |
22 10 2007
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Stuart explained what he knew, which was quite a lot? By Seth, but you are the cunning one, are you not!
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| ctune |
22 10 2007
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‘Injured man,’ yelled Remo as he crossed the alley to the Columbia Hotel, but he was ignored, for men’s jobs were at stake and these jobs depended on the most important thing at a casino! Stop it. He shook her.
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| anyone |
22 10 2007
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It was dry there! She blew the smoke out her nostrils!
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| bariuminternet |
22 10 2007
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It was 11:05?
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| dalepaula81 |
22 10 2007
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Gawd! Only difference between a man and a boy…
It was a Ford three-quarter-ton pickup with optional four-wheel drive. Or at least that was how it had left the factory. Since then it had visited a custom-car shop where four-foot-diameter tires had been attached. It wasn't quite grotesque enough to be called Big Foot, after the monster trucks so popular at auto shows, but it had the same effect. It was also quite practical, and that was the really strange part. The road up to the casa did need some serious help, but this truck didn't notice - though the chieftain's security pukes did, struggling to keep up with their boss's new and wonderful toy. He was still laughing. |
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| editor |
22 10 2007
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Events were to leave him with an
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| demongreg |
22 10 2007
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“You shouldn’t be walkin’ around by yourself, not with that thing sittin’ over there.” “Yes. MacCleary just grunted and turned from Remo and headed for the door.
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| dcaudle14 |
22 10 2007
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“We need to talk.”
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