CHAPTER 27DAY 8 5:39 Pm. She slid into the vacant chair besideWright and regarded him with grave interest, Dr. In their early days together he had confided he wantedto be somebody, somebody other than the bookworm son of a blue-collarfamily. Someone somewhere knew Olie Swain.
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