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John sat pensively in the back of his best friend's mother's minivan, piloted by his best friend Mark. He suspected a trap. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. Me, I prefer to forget that I have such a father. As the palm bears nuts perennially, there were always coconut-laden proas making the beach. A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck. He became really companionable, discussed the new story he had in mind, and asked some questions about colour. Women who Dids, and all that kind of thing.
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