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ll travel to Alaska in a different boat. Leonid will bring Lada back home to Myshkin, I'm sorry Lada if it's quite a

hing is going well in your favor. I will surely miss

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and gives me a p

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tomorrow for your trip." she

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and I bid goodni

ly. She prepared the cookies into my

breakfast with me, my sunshine? " While

! I'm sure Nana will serve breakfast.

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not forget to pray. May God protect you as you travel, my sunshine." Aunt

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coats, glove

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