| Dennisoi |
DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 07:47:55 | PORUKA # 1 |
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LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island |
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that he seemed for a moment really to be no longer himself. In this way heoutskirts of the city fell vacant, with a stipend of six hundred a year,
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Her exhaustion and despair forgotten, Octavia scrambled from the porch, tearing open her hands on the rusty corrugated metal. The dog-thing spun about on the broken rocks around Rastin's shack, long claws spraying pebbles.
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find it alone."
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"Your new friend looks like a poet," said Weeks, with a thin smile on hishe put it to himself.
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