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They stared at the davit transfixed, recreating mentally an eight-decades-old scene of general terror and individual bravery.
In their minds, they could hear voices. ...
... Please, Ida, get in the boat like the officer said.
No, I want to stay with you. ...
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apparent cabin with two small windows and a rectangular doorway. Bill, Ill bet this is the officers quarters.
Looks like it. The doors gone, . but none of us can get through that doorway.
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If I get in, just make sure 
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can get out again. She attempted to squeeze in sideways, but her breathing tank was several inches too wide to get past the doorjamb and she had to give up. Mitchell said, I can More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Long Island Ducks open a wider hole with my laser. No, Gillespie objected. The agreement was lasers only when necessary to clear boston convention center
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fork, theres a spoon, and- Carlson screamed. She backed away from the doorway so fast that she almost knocked Gillespie down. A man, she More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Long Island Ducks gasped. Theres a man in there! The oceanographer shoved her to one side, moved to the doorway, and looked in. There was a man standing in the center of the room-only a jack kemp funeral
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