||DATUM: ČETVRTAK, 2014-11-13, 08:02:49 | PORUKA # 1|
LOKACIJA: Kwajalein-Bouvet Island
|In the second week of August came the entry she expected. ElenaвЂ™s normally elegant script was jagged and off-kilter.A chill crept over her arms and she wanted nothing more than to be out of there. During one of the louder outbursts from the crowd, Sam opened the tall, heavy door beside her and stepped out into the corridor. At the front desk she asked them to call a taxi.вЂњYou did a good job of figuring out what the dates meant,вЂќ he said. вЂњWould you want to give the rest of it a try?вЂќ |
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LC/BREANNE:“Shut up, Bowers! Marz, say again?”“Captain Marz, get that crate over there and pick up my team!”
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"You none of you know anything."
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