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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Well, Tom, how’s your head now? How’s my head? What do you mean? There’s nothing the matter with my head, and the speaker, who wore the uniform of a French aviator, glanced up in surprise from the cot on which he was reclining in his tent near the airdromes that stretched around a great level field, not far from Paris. Oh, isn’t there? questioned Jack Parmly, with a smile. Then I beg your pardon for asking, my cabbage! I beg your pardon, Sergeant Raymond!
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Well, Tom, how’s your head now? How’s my head? What do you mean? There’s nothing the matter with my head, and the speaker, who wore the uniform of a French aviator, glanced up in surprise from the cot on which he was reclining in his tent near the airdromes that stretched around a great level field, not far from Paris. Oh, isn’t there? questioned Jack Parmly, with a smile. Then I beg your pardon for asking, my cabbage! I beg your pardon, Sergeant Raymond!