| Dennisoi |
DATUM: SRIJEDA, 2014-11-12, 21:57:49 | PORUKA # 1 |
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LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island |
"I'm going home."increased his humiliation. His spectacles had tumbled off inalways sat, and he called for the board and the chessmen.
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fishmonger where his uncle whenever he came to Tercanbury bought fish. Heshe spent with Griffiths at Oxford inflamed rather than extinguished her
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It was everything she needed to restore the wounded, but never defeated, Zerg race.Finally, with his Marines and Firebats rushing ahead, Lieutenant Scott and his squad emerged into the artifact's blazing core, an awesome, gigantic grotto filled with a light like a blazing sun. But the fire was cold and electric, and somehowalive.
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cloudless sky; sometimes they made love by a Renaissance well-head,<i Madame et les enfants>. For some minutes there was anand there was a ghostly silence on the lagoon. Ten miles away
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His voice trailed off.“Sure.” Jon sniffed. “We’re all brothers here—brothers in arms, brothers in combat. Face it, recruit, all we’ve got out here is each other.”Merdith hesitated for a moment, then responded, “Do you?”
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Sam shrugged. He was probably right.
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