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I got into the front seat.
She was ' hiding ' on the floor of the back seat, the soft curves of her back and hips -- rousing lines.
I drove out of the Harbor, turned off into a dirt road among the scrub pine trees and stopped.
I waited a few minutes and she sat up.
For another moment we didn't talk, then she began to weep.
She mumbled, `` I just know that Chief Moore is out to kill my Tim ''!!

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