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When Mr. Ramsey entered the office, he had already obtained the hexagram. "Look, Mr. Ramsey." He showed him the book.
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Joy comes softly.
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For a long time -- at least half an hour -- he studied the line and the material connected with it, trying to figure out what it might mean. The hexagram, and especially the moving line, disturbed him. At last he concluded reluctantly that the money would not be forthcoming.
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Wednesday, January 9, 2013
闆穿 Snow Crash_310
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