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I thought I wanted the truth, but I don't. The past is the past and it can't be changed. It's the future I'm interested in." -Gabriel McGregor"
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EVERYONE AT YAMPA VALLEY
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moment. 'In New York,
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cried,
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suggested.
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Where there's life, there's hope, right? We're blessed.
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Why keep a record when you can not keep a record?
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Part self-pity, part shame, part anger, part regret.
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You gotta spend money to make money,
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bolinhos de bacalhau, the delicious codfish fritters cooked on every street corner. The riot of colour that existed everywhere, from the jungle flowers, to the women's stunning dresses, to the frescoes and stained glass windows of the tiny, baroque Chapel of St Rita, where they now stood. All of it made Gunther Hartog feel young again. Young and alive. 'What if Pierpont got wise?' The worry lines deepened on Jeff Stevens's face. 'What if.....
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her shoulders like poured molasses. Jeff Stevens had seen her in countless guises over the years -Tracy's was a fluid, changeable beauty, which accounted for part of her success as a con artist -but he had never seen her look more lovely than she did today. Tracy's mother used to tell her that she had 'all the colours of the wind' in her. Jeff Stevens understood exactly what Doris Whitney had meant. Today Tracy's eyes, incredible eyes that ..
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He remembered his father's old advice about keeping your friends close but your enemies closer.
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while money couldn't always buy you happiness, a lack of money always brought anguish.
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The dead should be allowed to rest in peace.
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It was amazing how quickly the body could heal. But the spirit was not so resilient.
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From now on, I'll have to be my own rock. Rebuild my own life. Start afresh. I've done it before, and I'll do it
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But he didn't care. Jeff's whole body felt warm, as if a glow of contentment and well-being were heating him from within. He had no idea how much time had passed since he was last awake - since the beating - but whatever Cooper had given him felt great. The strange thing was that Jeff felt none of the mental fog usually associated with morphine or other opiate-based painkillers. His body might have been lulled into a false sense of security..
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