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[...] I saw no car parked nearby. [...]

I was just going back in after the hot drink when the dark-colored police car pulled up Holley Road and turned into the driveway. [...]

[...] I turned the car around in the driveway, wheeled her out in her office chair, and managed to get her up onto the front seat, awkwardly and with discomfort. [...]

[...] A hefty security guard lifted Jane out of the car into a wheelchair. [...]

[...] We rather casually surveyed the place in question from our car. [...]

[...] In this case the garageman would have a healing effect on the customers, and he would be fixing more than cars.

[...] This in turn had reminded me of my dream of months ago, when from the elevator tower of the hospital I’d looked out a window to see checks from the insurance company lying on the asphalt at the side of the left front wheel of the car. [...]

Connection with initials M S, and a long car ride. The father went with Billie on a long car trip. [...]

(I also discussed the dream I’d had last month, in which I’d seen the checks out in the parking lot by the front tire of our car. [...]

[...] Alice parked the car in front of my parents’ home in Sayre, put her arm around my shoulder and said something. I then got out of the car and she drove away. [...]

[...] Imagine if you will now a band of men, some in cars with the high beams of the headlights gleaming, so that some generalized conditions can be seen; and some with low beams showing only the road that the automobiles directly pass. [...]

[...] See yourself celebrating as you pay the final amount on your car. [...]

[...] From the time you purchased your car Ruburt has daily done exercises to lead toward its payment. [...]

(I went into my studio to get my car keys, etc. [...]

[...] The prizes—a car, etc.—reminded her of how we used to travel, and her physical freedom to do so. [...]

[...] I should add that as I was backing the car out of the driveway to keep the appointment, Leonard Yaudes pulled in, for the first

(Last night had been very cold — it was still 5 below when I got up at 6:30 a.m. After breakfast I ran the car to do several errands, getting the budget bills ready to mail, and so forth. [...]

(Today was even warmer than it has been — an incredible 45 degrees when I backed the car out of the garage. [...]

[...] John Bumbalo had made arrangements for someone to give me a ride back to the hospital, where my car was. [...]

[...] It will not involve the two of you together in your car, so you are completely safe there.

[...] 14, 1968 in which Seth warns us not to get into other cars. [...]

[...] “I’m getting that thrilling sound through my stomach as I hear the cars turn the corner. [...]

[...] “When I break this bread apart,” she said, “I know it makes sounds I don’t hear, so I substitute the sound of that car turning the corner just now. [...]

Now: generally again, such communities have teachers, judges, lawyers, dentists, some farmers on the outskirts of town, some factory workers, a sufficient number of ministers, and some car lots. [...]

[...] If all a man can do to “prove his value” is to put a bolt in a car, or drive a truck, or even teach a class, then he is very careful that that contribution be noticed, and that a definite value be given it. [...]

[...] Our physical effects, even including the hill house and the car, are few. [...]

[...] He got in his car as fast as he could and drove away, leaving mother raging on the bedside. [...]

(I went out to the parking lot to run up the car at 5:00, it was so cold. [...]