dann
writing for no one is my passion.and my blog is no longer good enough.
My crew neck t-shirt dripped with sweat:my computer won't let one word wuork!
The architecture of one word is not adventitious to my writing.the sight doesn't work on my computer at all,forcing me to use my phone :-(
I wish I could retrieve all the time I wasted.
My quest right now is just to survive another day
bogdan feigned compassion for his mother's position,but knew the four of them could not avoid the mystery of what was beyond the tobacco stacks.they more certainly each had the conviction to spring forward over the iron gate of the force fields and scout out what lay beyond them
she warned them about not going beyond the edge of the healthy and prosperous tobacco field to play their morality game." suppose you leave the weave and braid of the field,and then you get lost?you are setting yourselves up for trouble."
kathleen admired the half romantic notions of bogdan's youth to deny his wish to go outside and use the world as his playground. the tobacco fields were just dense enough to pretend the were in a woods.she smiled,"go out and play,but stay inside the fields."
mr.ratchet exclaimed,"I have to admit that I have been too preoccupied shifting through the evidence of the space port explosion to deal with bogdan.if pressed by the authorities,i am still not convinced they will not try to place the blame on us.
mr.ratchet exclaimed,"I have to admit that I have been too preoccupied shifting through the evidence of the space port explosion to deal with bogdan.if pressed by the authorities,i am still not convinced they will not try to place the blame us.
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