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    <![CDATA[The Miracle at Speedy Motors (No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, #9)]]>
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    <![CDATA[Mma Ramotswe is busy investigating her latest case: a woman who is looking for her family. The problem is, the woman doesn't know her real name of whether any members of her family are now living. Meanwhile, Phuti Radiphuti has bought Mma Makutsi a glorious new bed. Unfortunately, it will inadvertently cause her several sleepless nights. And life is no less complicated at Tlokweng Road Speedy Motors, where Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni--Mma Ramotswe's estimable husband--has fallen under the sway of a doctor who has promised a miracle cure for his daughter's medical condition, which Mma Ramotswe finds hard to believe. But Precious Ramotswe deals with these difficulties with her usual grace and good humor, and in the end discovers that the biggest miracles in life are often the small ones.]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[&quot;Mrs. Moffat had taken her hand for comfort, and they had sat there in silence for awhile.  Sometimes it seemed as if the world itself was broken, that there was something wrong with all of us, something broken in such a way that it might not be put together again; but the holding of hands, hum...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/41468508">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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