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DATUM: SRIJEDA, 2014-11-12, 22:35:44 | PORUKA # 1 |
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LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island |
words of French. She tried to talk to him, partly by signs,
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odour: it was not musty, like that of the closed rooms through which theyunpleasant ordeal of a trial. She could talk of Haddo with composure. HerThe dead rise up and form into ominous words the night wind that moans
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She dragged herself to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face, combing her hair into a semblance of order and then wandering back to her closet for fresh clothes. Thank goodness she didn’t have to play hostess tonight. No way she could have handled that. She checked her appearance in the mirror; with puffy eyes and ghostlike skin she was barely presentable.“You aren’t having them throw away anything that might be evidence, are you?” he asked, first thing.“I’ll go through it all tomorrow.” She gave Sam a hug and told her to go home. “You look tired.”
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Sam took up her fork again and picked at her food. Suddenly, her appetite seemed to have waned.“Sheriff—”Sam’s veins felt like ice. She’d worked so hard to get the shop open and build her clientele. She could find another location but she loved being here, next to the bookstore and so close to the plaza. Tears threatened to spill.
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2A /LITTLEFIELD:“Ekart, where’s Melnikov?”“We just need to get across the square,” he choked out, then, seeing the look in her eyes. “We’ve done it hundreds of times.”
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Jen murmured something about snow flurries in the forecast.
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