||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 07:59:59 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|'I can't help it if she didn't love me,' he cried desperately. |
sympathy for Mrs. Strickland, and at the same time gave her
“ I didn’t do anything to you,” she replied calmly. “You might ask that same question of the Confederacy—”Someone else noticed it, too.
She snorted indelicately. “But if you throw a plate or fry a hydraulic cam,I'm the one who has to fix it.”Octavia wished she and her brother had never gone out to inspect the seismographs and automated mining stations, but Lars had been so excited about the discovery. She wished he could have been like the other colonists, never curious, never striving for more, just holding on to life as long as he could manage.Leaving Rastin's homestead, Lars and Octavia ascended into the steep foothills toward the boundary ridge. The terrain became much rougher. Their Back Forty extended far past where the potential cropland had been demarcated by the cooperative families. Out here, the mineral and resource rights had been up for grabs to anyone with the spare time or ambition to increase their acreage. So Lars and Octavia had staked out a claim, in addition to the fields their parents and grandparents had tilled.
вЂњWould it be okay if I beg off? It was an early morning.вЂќ
their style; but with all their copiousness (their vocabulary