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Diana Gabaldon
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'You`re real,' he whispered. I had thought him pale already. Now all vestiges of color drained from his face. His eyes rolled up and he slumped to the floor in a shower of papers and oddments that had been sitting on the press-he fell rather gracefully for a such a large man, I thought abstractedly.
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