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From: | Wendi Parra |
Subject: | [Help-sweater] Re: .. |
Date: | Tue, 26 Dec 2006 02:00:27 +0500 |
He heard her footsteps going off down the hall; he
winced as she cried out angrily - words he couldnt understand and something
else fell and shattered. When he let the coverlet fall into a smoking heap at
the baseboard, there was a big smoking bald spot in the middle of the wall, but
the paper was out. He heard her
footsteps going off down the hall; he winced as she cried out angrily - words
he couldnt understand and something else fell and shattered. When he let the
coverlet fall into a smoking heap at the baseboard, there was a big smoking
bald spot in the middle of the wall, but the paper was
out. When he let the coverlet fall
into a smoking heap at the baseboard, there was a big smoking bald spot in the
middle of the wall, but the paper was out. She had plugged the knife into the
outlet by his wheelchair and there had been more pleading and more screaming
and more promises that he would be good. but the shirt looked as if Ian had
been wearing it for at least three years, and Geoffrey felt as if at least
three hundred had passed since the party. The bulb out there wasnt terribly
bright, but it was bright enough for him to see another police bolt and another
two Kreig locks on that door as well. He heard her footsteps going off down the hall; he winced as she cried
out angrily - words he couldnt understand and something else fell and
shattered.
When he let the coverlet fall into a smoking heap at the baseboard, there was a big smoking bald spot in the middle of the wall, but the paper was out. |
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