Terese Svoboda
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Our taxi driver produced a little tent from his trunk and carried it all the way up to the roof.
Our taxi driver produced a little tent from his trunk and carried it all the way up to the roof.
You strike me as a leader, says his father.
The boy turns his face—because the rest of him is being suited—toward his father who is raising buttered toast. What kind of leader?
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