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Thursday, 28. October 2010

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Wednesday, 27. October 2010

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Tuesday, 26. October 2010

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Sunday, 24. October 2010

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By ananiasbghbu, 03:34

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Saturday, 23. October 2010

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By ananiasbghbu, 03:26

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Friday, 22. October 2010

@@@@@Suppose the darkness never lifted, suppose
By ananiasbghbu, 01:38

@@@@@Suppose the darkness never lifted, suppose she just kept on crawling and crawling forever without reaching anything? Stop it! she told herself, stop it right nowHer throat was making strangled noisesShe struggled to her feet, made herself breathe slowly, made her mind take command of her racing heartShe was Scarlett O 'Hara, she told herselfShe was at Tara, and she knew every foot of the place better than she knew her own handSo what if she couldn't see four inches in front of her? She knew what was there

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@@@@@Suppose the darkness never lifted, suppose
By ananiasbghbu, 01:38

@@@@@Suppose the darkness never lifted, suppose she just kept on crawling and crawling forever without reaching anything? Stop it! she told herself, stop it right nowHer throat was making strangled noisesShe struggled to her feet, made herself breathe slowly, made her mind take command of her racing heartShe was Scarlett O 'Hara, she told herselfShe was at Tara, and she knew every foot of the place better than she knew her own handSo what if she couldn't see four inches in front of her? She knew what was there

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Thursday, 21. October 2010

@@@@@ He crashed through the door and out into
By ananiasbghbu, 02:21

@@@@@ He crashed through the door and out into the stormThe wind howled through the open door, icy against Scarlett's bare skinShe grabbed up the quilt from the floor and wrapped it around herShe pushed against the wind to the yawning doorway but could see nothing through the rainIt took all her strength to pull the door closedShe had very little strength leftHer lips still felt warm from Rhett's kissBut the rest of her was shiveringShe curled up in front of the fire with the quilt wrapped securely around herShe was tired, so very tiredShe'd have a little nap until Rhett came backShe slid into a sleep so profound that it was more nearly coma"Exhaustion," said the army doctor Rhett brought back from Fort Moultrie, "and exposureIt's a miracle your wife isn't dead, MrLet's hope she doesn't lose the use of her legs

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Wednesday, 20. October 2010

@@@@@Do you find them agreeable
By ananiasbghbu, 11:37

@@@@@Do you find them agreeable acquaintance?? Tom was the only one at all ready with an answer, but he being entirely without particular regard for either, without jealousy either in love or acting, could speak very handsomely of bothCrawford was a most pleasant, gentleman-like man

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Tuesday, 19. October 2010

?Who said so?? ?Our reflexesWhat do you know...
By ananiasbghbu, 09:15

?Who said so?? ?Our reflexesWhat do you know about a blackbird?? ?You might as well ask me how I knew about Le Coeur du Soldat ?How did you?? ?Someone told me ?Who?? ?Sorry, not one of the conditionsI?m a broker and that?s the way I work ?Do they also expect you to bind your knee so as to feign an injury? As your eyes opened I pressed the area

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Monday, 18. October 2010

She was crying, becoming incoherentHer sorrow...
By ananiasbghbu, 09:18

She was crying, becoming incoherentHer sorrow brought tears to my eyesI'd no idea that she cared so much for meAlmost as much as I cared for herI hadn't realized that we loved each otherEven if Jared had never asked me for this, even if Jared did not exist? Once this path had occurred to me, I would have had to proceed down itI loved her that muchNo wonder the success rate for resistant hosts was so low here on EarthOnce we learned to love our human host, what hope did we souls have? We could not exist at the expense of one we lovedA soul could not live that wayI rolled myself over and, in the starlight, I looked at my bodyMy hands were dirty and prada fairy scratched, but under the surface blemishes, they were beautifulThe skin was a pretty sun-browned color

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Sunday, 17. October 2010

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By ananiasbghbu, 09:15

Just stop and look at me!? Not likely pivot off the wash and flit through the mesquites?I didn't think there was anyone left! Please, I need to talk to you!? His voice surprises me?it is too close?I'm sorry I kissed you! That was stupid! I've just been alone so long!? ?Shutup!? I don't say it loudly, but I know he hearsHe's getting even closerI've never been outrun beforeI push my legs harderThere's a low grunt to his breathing as he speeds up, tooSomething big flies into my tiffany canada back, and I go downI taste dirt in my mouth, and I'm pinned by something so heavy I can hardly breatheHe shifts his weight and rolls me overHe straddles my chest, trapping my arms under his legsHe is squishing my foodI growl and try to squirm out from under him?Look, look, look!? he saysHe pulls a small cylinder from his hip pocket and twists the topA beam of light shoots out the endHe turns the flashlight on his faceThe light makes his skin yellowIt shows prominent cheekbones beside black chanel handbag a long thin nose and a sharply squared-off jawHis lips are stretched into a grin, but I can see that they are full, for a manHis eyebrows and lashes are bleached out from sunBut that's not what he is showing meHis eyes, clear liquid sienna in the illumination, shine with no more than human reflectionHe bounces the light between left and right?See? See? I'm just like you ?Let me see your neck Suspicion is thick in my voiceI don't let myself believe that this is more than a trickI shop prada handbags don't understand the point of the charade, but I'm sure there is oneThere is no hope anymore?Well? That won't exactly help anythingAren't the eyes enough? You know I'm not one of them ?Why won't you show me your neck?? ?Because I have a scar there,? he admitsI try to squirm out from under him again, and his hand pins my shoulder?It's self-inflicted,? he explains?I think I did a pretty good job, though it hurt like hell don't have all that pretty hair to covermy neckThe scar helps black gucci bag me blend in He hesitates, then gets to his feet in one easy move, not needing to use his handsHe holds one out, palm up, to me?Please don't run awayAnd, um, I'd rather you didn't kick me again, eitherI know he can catch me if I try to run?Who are you?? I whisper?My name is Jared HoweI haven't spoken to another human being in more than two years, so I'm sure I must seem? a little crazy to youPlease, forgive that and tell me your name, anyway ?Melanie,? I whisper?Melanie,? he prada black bags repea

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Saturday, 16. October 2010

?Alex told you I?m traveling deep?? ?He didn?t...
By ananiasbghbu, 09:21

?Alex told you I?m traveling deep?? ?He didn?t really have toI believe our saint scoured the cemeteries for useful names when he worked here ?I probably learned it from him Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 189 ?We all learned things from that extraordinary mind, the finest in our profession, yet so selfeffacing, so so ?why not try it,? yes?? ?Yes, why not try it ?I must tell you, though,? said Bernardine, laughing?He once chose a name, admittedly from a tombstone, that drove the S?ret? fou?crazy! It was the alias of an ax murderer the authorities had been hunting for months!? ?That is funny,? agreed Bourne, chucklingHe told me later that he found it in Rambouillet?in a cemetery on the outskirts of Rambouillet Rambouillet! The cemetery where Alex had tried to kill him thirteen years agoAll traces of a smile left Jason?s lips as he stared at Alex?s friend from the Deuxi?me Bureau?You chanel j12 know who I am, don?t you?? he asked softly?Yes,? answered Bernardine?It was not so difficult to piece together, not with the rumors and the gossip out of the Far EastAfter all, it was here in Paris where you made your mark on Europe, Mr ?Does anyone else know?? ?Mon Dieu, non! Nor will theyI must explain, I owe my life to Alexander Conklin, our modest saint of les op?rations noires?the black assignments in your language ?That?s not necessary, I speak French fluently or didn?t Alex tell you that?? ?Oh, my God, you doubt me,? said the Deuxi?me man, his gray eyebrows arched?Take into account, young man?younger man?that I am in my seventieth year, and if I have lapses of language and try to correct them, it is because I mean to be kind, not subrepticeAlex is several years younger than I am, but I wonder how he?s handling it ?There was an English poet?a Welsh poet, to be exact?who wrote, ?Do not fendi spy bags go gently into that good night Do you remember it?? ?YesHis name was Dylan Thomas and he died in his mid-thirtiesHe was saying fight like a son of a bitch Bernardine again reached into a pocket and pulled out a card?Here is my office?merely consultant status, you understand?and on the back I?ve written down my home phone

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Friday, 15. October 2010

Deeper than I needed?We were both stunned
By ananiasbghbu, 09:19

Deeper than I needed?We were both stunned

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Thursday, 14. October 2010

His reach was longer than mineBefore Melanie...
By ananiasbghbu, 09:25

His reach was longer than mineBefore Melanie could make my fingers touch him, his arm shot out and the back of his hand smashed into the side of my faceThe blow was so hard that my feet left the ground before my head slammed into the rock floorI heard the rest of my body hit the floor with dull thumps, but I didn't feel itMy eyes rolled back in my head, and a ringing sound shimmered in my earsI fought the dizziness that threatened to spin me unconsciousStupid, stupid,I whimpered at her toldyou not to do that! Jared's here, Jared's alive, Jared's herehe was incoherent, chanting the words like they were lyrics to a songI tried to focus my eyes, but the strange ceiling was blindingI twisted my head away from the light and then swallowed a sob as the motion black chanel quilted sent daggers of agony through the side of my faceI could barely handle the pain of this one spontaneous blowWhat hope did I have of enduring an intensive, calculated onslaught? There was a shuffle of feet beside me

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