- Brashanцитирует7 лет назад
Your hair is winter fire,
January embers.
My heart burns there, too.[14] - Brashanцитирует7 лет назадNo tenía amigos, pero sí libros y sueños; tenía sus modelos de automóviles, y un gigantesco equipo de piezas con el que construía todo tipo de cosas.
- Chupaelperro228953цитирует7 лет назад
“Got to give you a whuppin,” he said. “sorry about that, babe.”
He had seen that mixture of fear and aggressiveness before, yes. Now for the first time ever it flashed out at him.
“Put that thing down,” she said. “I have to get out to O’Hare as fast as I can.”
Are you here, Tom? Are you?
He pushed the thought away. The strip of leather which had once been a belt - Brashanцитирует7 лет назадA veces no sé qué voy a hacer.
La tristeza de verano no tiene cura. - Brashanцитирует7 лет назад—Flotan —dijo—. Aquí abajo todos flotamos. Muy pronto, tu amigo también flotará.
- Brashanцитирует7 лет назад—Se parece mucho a una ramera muerta con el culo lleno de gusanos —dijo Don Hagarty.
- JG Almazánцитируетв прошлом месяце
“Who was it, Don?” Harold Gardener asked softly.
“It was Derry,” - JG Almazánцитируетв прошлом месяцеRonnie Moron and Phyllis Housefly.
Ronald Moran (28 February 1934 – 22 March 2017)[1] was an English footballer who played as a left-back for Liverpool, also captaining the side. He later served as caretaker manager for Liverpool in the early 1990s.
Phyllis Stewart Schlafly (/ˈʃlæfli/; born Phyllis McAlpin Stewart; August 15, 1924 – September 5, 2016) was an American attorney, conservative activist,[2] and anti-feminist,[2] who was nationally prominent in conservatism.[3] She held paleoconservative social and political views, opposed feminism, gay rights, and abortion, and campaigned against ratification of the Equal Rights Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. - JG Almazánцитирует2 месяца назадSmells of dirt and wet and long-gone vegetables would merge into one unmistakable ineluctable smell, the smell of the monster, the apotheosis of all monsters. It was the smell of something for which he had no name: the smell of It, crouched and lurking and ready to spring.
- JG Almazánцитирует2 месяца назадBill was good at seeing.
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