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Tucking it into a pocket with a secure Velcro flap, he stepped back. Megan had rolled over so that she could look at him.
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heard the soft whir of an electric golf cart. Seated beside an air force security Text From Last Night guard was Dr. Karl Bauer. When the cart pulled up alongside the group, Bauer got out and, nodding at members of the entourage, walked directly to the president. Mr. President, he said gravely. It is good to lanvin shoes
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