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| On reaching the shack Hart put down the gear he mature post free was carrying for me and said, Perhaps well see each other again, and began to make his way down the track to the beach. He had gone a few paces when a thought occurred to me. Hart, how would you like to eat with us this evening? Im sure my husband would want to thank you for saving me. | |
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