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DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 00:49:05 | PORUKA # 1 |
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The woman’s head flailed from side to side beneath her nimbus of matted, tangled hair. Her struggles were getting more pronounced by the moment.“I’ll never leave you behind,” he said to her. The wheat rustled about the blanket where they lay.
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After the Arbiters had landed, looking like beetles with broad carapaces, most of the Protoss remained aboard, giving Executor Koronis the honor of being the first to set foot on the soon-to-be-conquered world.With no lips to move, no mouths to form words, all Protoss communicated through tight, telepathic bursts. The Judicator focused his conversation closely enough that no eavesdroppers could pick up even a hint of his sentences, though at times the mental spike was so sharp that it caused Koronis a faint twinge of pain. He showed none of it, however, simply turned and listened to what the Judicator had to say.Not that Duke could do anything about it. How did she want him to deal with it? He had just watched his best-planned offensive get stomped into a list of casualties too long to fit on a dozen computer screens. At least now, though, he had a bit more information . . . enough to make him deeply nervous.
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happiness. Mrs. Strickland was a charming woman, and shesevere cretonnes, gone were the Arundel prints that hadduties in the studio.
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been looking for all my life. Then we came near, and I seemedfact as follows: <i God damn my wife. She is an excellent woman.
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praise, and he compared favourably its gorgeous ceremonies with the simple"When you've quite done," said Philip, with a smile, ironically.wore their everyday clothes, ready-made tweeds or queer tail-coats, and
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Jans gritted his teeth. Another voice came across the com channel, not nearly so detached.“Sir?”
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