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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
Julia dropped her knapsack on to a picnic table.
“You okay with this?”
“Sure.” I put my curiosity about her time as a pilot
away and pulled a thesaurus out of my jacket pocket. I
placed it respectfully on the table followed by a dozen
or so folded blank sheets of paper from my inside
pocket and a couple of pens. I looked again at the dark
clouds. “We should get started.”
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