And then despite all these concerns Arnette felt her mind begin to loosen the images of the day unwinding inside her like a spool of thread pulling her down into sleep.
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Peter held up the book he had been reading MobyDick or The Whale.
To tell you the truth Im not even sure this is English Peter said. Its taken me most of today to get through a page.
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