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DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 00:07:10 | PORUKA # 1 |
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Sam reluctantly pushed the page toward her daughter. “Okay. Just choose some decent wines.”Sam held up her hands. “I’m not accusing. I just can’t figure it out.”
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Chapter VIII
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"Yes; but, you see, you don't love her."tell me the whole story."She was young. I wondered what she found so attractive in
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like the look of Charlie, so he began cursing him. He called
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Without even looking to see if the other settlers were following, Octavia ran out to the crash site, where she found a bowl-shaped crater gouged into the dirt. The twisted, blackened wreckage had slammed into the ground. There was very little of the Observer left to examine.
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Lars joined her to read the seismograph strip. The long and shaky line appeared to have been drawn by a caff-addicted old man. He saw several little blips and spikes, probably echoes of sonic thunder, but no major seismic events. “Now that's interesting. Aren't you glad we didn't have an earthquake tonight?”Just as Lars formed another of his cocky grins, a tremor rippled through the ground, as if the uneasy crust of Bhekar Ro were having a nightmare. At first Octavia hoped it was merely a particularly close blast of sonic thunder, but the tremors continued to build, lurching the floor beneath their feet and shaking the entire prefab house.
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