Jana kept whispering, "Don't drink the merchandise." She was so tired, that a bottle of Canadian liquor didn't seem bad. Moonshine was nice once in a while, especially seeing her father made it, but liquor was a rarity now.
Don looked up from his book. He had done alot of memorizing the few days. There was a young lady standing there. "Yes ma'am?" His voice trembled a little
Samuel notice three brasions on the arm. There were inconsistant, almost unrealistically perfect. Surgical tools were used to cut. Samuel looked at the other cases
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