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16040	Dalrymple, Leona	Kenny			.txt	text/plain	82068	7981	92	"Whitaker," said Kenny, his eyes imploring, "you don't--you can't mean "Kenny," said Garry's patient voice, "what in Heaven's name are you "Brian," said Kenny, "is a jewel for sense. "I--I know he would!" said Joan in a low voice and looked away. Joan listened wide-eyed to tales of the son Kenny said Kenny said, Brian called his Tavern of Stars. Brian, Kenny said aggrievedly, had always kept his check book straight. "Love, my son," said Kenny wearily, "is poetic like summer lightning. "Yes," said Kenny happily, "I am." Even now with Adam's piercing eyes "'Tis Samhain, Adam," said Kenny, "the summer ending of the druids. "'Tis Samhain, Adam," said Kenny, "the summer ending of the druids. "He hated Joan and Donald," said Kenny. "Of course!" said Kenny and looked at Joan. "Kenny, old man," he said, "nothing is impossible. "Brian?" said Kenny, his color gone. "Ah," said Joan, dismissing it with shining eyes, "there, Kenny, you	./cache/16040.txt	./txt/16040.txt