||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 03:45:55 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|"I christened her Maria del Sol, because she was my first child and I |
Sam nodded. How many high-class art stores could a town this size support anyway? She started to respond but her cell phone rang. She glanced at the readout and asked the caller to hold on just a second. вЂњIs there any chance you could start Monday?вЂќвЂњIf you havenвЂ™t started anything yet, IвЂ™ll bring dinner home with me,вЂќ Sam said.
She drove past the square and turned left on Civic Plaza Drive. BeauвЂ™s cruiser sat near the entrance, as if heвЂ™d been the first to arrive this morning and had managed to snag the best parking slot. Sam didnвЂ™t get quite that lucky; the closest spot was more than a block away.
Both phone lines rang at once. вЂњIвЂ™ll get one,вЂќ shouted Jen. вЂњCan you get two?вЂќвЂњSo far, so good,вЂќ he said.
"Tell me exactly what she said." And when I hesitated,trade which was the other side of the art we practised.
The cry of youth was insistent, and he saw the beautiful thing before him