Zamit morbi sem mauris version 3
He would only survive if he kept the fire going and he could hear thunder in the distance.
The towels had been hanging from the rod for years. They were stained and worn, and quite frankly, just plain ugly. Debra didn’t want to touch them but she really didn’t have a choice. It was important for her to see what was living within them.
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copy: The towels had been _hanging_ from the rod for years. They were stained and worn, and quite *frankly,* just plain ugly. Debra *didn't* want to touch them but she really *didn't* have a choice. It was important for her to see what was _living_ within them.
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title: He would only survive if he kept the fire going and he could hear thunder in the distance.
David subscribes to the stuff your tent into the bag strategy over nicely folding it.
He heard the song coming from a distance, lightly floating over the air to his ears. Although it was soft and calming, he was wary. It seemed a little too soft and a little too calming for everything that was going on. He wanted it to be nothing more than beautiful music coming from the innocent and pure joy of singing, but in the back of his mind, he knew it was likely some type of trap.
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copy: He heard the song *coming* from a distance, lightly floating over the air to his ears. Although it was soft and calming, he was wary. It seemed a _little_ _too_ soft and a _little_ _too_ calming for **everything** that was going on. He wanted it to be nothing more than beautiful music *coming* from the innocent and pure joy of singing, but in the back of his mind, he knew it was likely some type of trap.
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title: David subscribes to the stuff your tent into the bag strategy over nicely folding it.