Spring Beneath the Grave

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se sharply. She reached behind Rodger, yanked L

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hand and poin

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refused witho

was off. He hurriedly grabbed the papers, scrawled his s

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laug

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ora pulled the trigge

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gun he pointe

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o speak, the office door

o the room and threw hi

ng up Elora, and asked Rodger, "Daddy

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