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Mar 2010
Serena's eyes retain focus onthe golden road before her.She imagines cuts and bridges, off-ramps, freeways, and diversions.She made a pledge to Tribecato pave that lane to China. Forget Afghanistan,she found the real payout.The Taliban bus shows a Jolie movie, or will when rolling down that road.I heard they'll serve a meal:     Attacks of adaptation, the final course. 
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rbarber
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     Melissa Thorne and D Conors
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