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Hello there, Mr. Stead. I hear weve struck an iceberg and were sinking.
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could we run Suzie Plakson into anything on such a clear night? she demanded. The lookouts must have been asleep. Possibly. He was tempted to mention the speed record, but decided not to. True, she might survive this terrible night, and someone should tell the world about Ismays pressure on Captain Suzie Plakson Smith. Yet he had ga lottery
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