2006-04-05 1040 Writing: “Night George.” The door closed as Sam’s coat flicked through the doorway. I sighed, content that the panic of the day was over. We knew he was out there somewhere, and that where ever he was, it was likely that Margaret Hess was there too. I hoped she was still alive.

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“Night George.”
The door closed as Sam’s coat flicked through the doorway. I sighed, content that the panic of the day was over. We knew he was out there somewhere, and that where ever he was, it was likely that Margaret Hess was there too. I hoped she was still alive.

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