Here are the subjects of all posts by user
kumora44 in July, 2010.
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| 1:09a | "Aaah, you can only get killed once He had told... |
| 1:03a | His father would throw back his straight black... |
| 1:05a | (Turning in bed drowsily, slipping his arm about... |
| 1:03a | And yet he could not go backA part of his mind... |
| 1:03a | It was night by then, my big upstairs window... |
| 1:02a | Even better, I talked to Chris Shannington, over... |
| 1:10a | "Perse was with the rest of that junk... |
| 1:10a | "I just thought it might be dangerous for us to... |
| 1:03a | He wonders if he can make love to her, and... |
| 1:02a | The night wind was cool, rustling the leaves in... |
| 1:03a | "Wireman, you are one cynical mongrel 479 He... |
| 1:04a | "I think some Japs sneaked a mortar in near the... |
| 1:09a | By now, he was convinced it was Goldstein who had... |
| 1:03a | Hearn prodded the bed, which was made very... |
| 12:27p | "Well, thank you, Kerrigan "Any time,... |
| 1:03a | If they were to fall into an ambush nowHe felt... |
| 1:03a | If they were to fall into an ambush nowHe felt... |
| 1:03a | One was for photos from my digital camera and... |
| 1:04a | But unlike her other paintings, it also felt... |
| 1:03a | xi I almost knocked the second bottle of water... |
| 1:05a | Ah never could figger out them damn pounds, but... |
| 1:02a | There had been a deep satisfaction in expounding... |
| 1:03a | "Where the hell are those men with the poles for... |
| 1:02a | The phantom ache and itching had departedThe... |
| 1:03a | Wireman poured himself a fresh glass of tea with... |
| 1:02a | The second was that she looked horribly tiredThe... |