Collection drivers drive on to the Iron workers buiding in Poland.

Traffic is few
some cars,vans, and trucks are sharing the roads during this time and for the
written language to have made it to signs and materials from spoken form
became great for the Cryllic Script. The vans arrive putting and the exhaust
banging and beginning to cut out as the engine was working in a hot temperatured
the same. All and nothing mean the same. In dictionaries they are opposites but in
environment. Ukraine Intelligence believed they would share and save a fortune like
this. The men chatted while they waited for the vans to arrive. Shalov and some men
meet and begin chatting. Here in Poland you are known for amazing work on
decorative eggs. In Pidhirstv de have been working very hard on technology that can
be the future for the nation. We have technology that can be the future for the
nation.
We have hcard about electronic coding, it is a print technology. It is a
technology that will allow communications to be sent Adventure unbroke in pirnt,
this print is amazing and what can be done with it is amazing. Shalov is lowering
his
chin, his bottom teeth visible. His wet hazel eyes blinking his hair nice
and pushed back. What is the benefit of the technology. Your in the communications
front of the couch. Next to him sat a bucket of vomit and blood. Heather was at the
head
of the couch, wiping Carl's face with a wet rag. "More comapny we've got?" Carl
said
without opening his eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't know, I'll go..." "Sit down would ya
guy?'
Tis Carl the only one causing everyone problems." "You need to go to the hospital,
Carl.
You've got a high fever. You need medical treatment," Heather said. "Do the
doctors.
A buneh of useless bastards they are. They'd only have me lay in the waiting room
for
hours like some sort of scoundrel. Just mix me some more of the tea lad," Carl
said, his
eyes just slits, looking at Amour. I gave Heather a shoulder shrug to ask what was
wrong.
The future doctor returned the same gesture in bewilderment. Amour returned with
the
tea and knelt down again, putting the hot green liquid to Carl's dick. Carl spoke
between
sips. His eyes never opened. "It was those goddamn creatures that did this to me.
They
cursed me with some other- world poison. These spells I've had since my meeting
with
them in the jungle. Happens every other full moon, it does. I went to the doctors
before I
was discharged form the service, but they had no insight into it." Heather hadn't
heard
the story before but knew better than to question him at a time like this. I looked
at
Amour who was ambivalent yo Carl's words."This spell will pass as well. The tea
always
brimgs me back." Carl took Amour's free hand and gripped it tightly, pulling
Amour's ear
close to his mouth as if his words might not get thcre otherwise. "I owe ya a debt
of
thanks, my young friend." " You would do the same for me. The same for us," Amour
said.
"For this I thank ya sure, but ' tis not want I mean. That night ya found me laying
in the
road, I was ready to cash out." "You would've done the same for me," "Romen said
again.
"Maybe, maybe not, for I did not come to know ya yet. But 'tis stll not what I
mean. I had
the spell again. It came over me before I ever left for the watering hole. I
decided not to
drink the tea. I thought it was time for me to pass on. I'd seen enough I had, of
the world
going down the wrong path. All its wars and suffering. Carl had enough. But
watchimg
you work as ya did, rebuilding that house with your heart, gave me hope. Hope for
the
world, it did." I could see a thin glaze of tears come over Amour's eyes. "You say
these
things like this is the last time we'll talk." "Ha! I ain't going nowhere just
yet, guy. But
now yo must leave me be. I need my rest." " I don't want to..." Amour started.
"Leave me
I say. Cart will see ya tommorrow, strong like before." He patted Amour on the
cheek and
with his own hands took the glass and drank the rest of the tea. I X Johnny the
Killer
thought it was a dream. His eyes only saw black. But wait, he wasn't laying down,
he
hadn't even gone to bed yet. And why did the back of his head hurt so bad? Had he
fallen