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51758	Brown, Rosel George	From an Unseen Censor			.txt	text/plain	8696	903	96	Uncle Isadore's ship wasn't in bad shape, at first glance. "It just isn't like Uncle Isadore." I was trying to search out, myself, "Uncle Izzy wouldn't die like an ordinary mortal," I said. "Look," Rene said. I pushed open the door of Rene's ship and asked him for a ladder. "I'm going to open Uncle Izzy's ship from the _inside_." "I'm going back to your ship and read in comfort," I told Rene. I didn't tell him I had the clue to Uncle Isadore's fortune in my hand. I went outside Rene's ship and looked He was still looking through Uncle Izzy's ship. "We're not looking any more any way today," Rene said, emerging from "I think this whole thing is crazy," Rene said, "but since he's a Night's Plutonian shore....'" the dodo looked up and said, "Isadore." "Do you know what perfume trees are, Rene?"	./cache/51758.txt	./txt/51758.txt