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exercises. The pessimist
Jonhson detective jumped with a leap at the last moment on the deck of the bus line D, just as he was about to leave, and was about to close the door violently. Damn! thinks since my car's got a mechanic after it was destroyed in pursuit, are forced to use a normal means of public transport .... Yes, when you live a reckless life is often difficult to get used to having to do with the daily life of a new life every day!
uncontrollable anger and irritation, however, soon vanished just looked around the scene of urban desolation, and across social (Regardless if you are a "Scrooge" super-rich background full of money, or in a poor shooter, but we are all part of this degradation: let's face it!), Which was offered to the eyes in the bus, and it just felt a kind of alienation , so that really got lost in the void of conscience as irretrievably broken men those famous words "we are all brothers" and that "no man is an island." (Indeed, since we are in an island city ... pedestrian!). But then a strange man suspected captured all of a sudden his attention: he had a long neck like turkey and worn over the face by a thug with a strange hat, lanyard, and saw that he complained to another and told him that the plague (the other, the older guy) on purpose. But then suddenly siedette freed up a place, Jhonson and thought no more, because no one knew him, though it reminded him of someone.
But anyhow that face all pale and worn tormented him relentlessly in the thoughts, but had just forgotten, when two hours later the man reappeared its mysterious, near the Gare Saint Lazzar (one of the largest stations in Paris but also in general). can not be a coincidence! he thought, and as we all know that his intuition is often right.
He went to secretly spy on what was telling another guy that had approached, and heard him whisper to raise a button on soprabbito (probably, indeed certainly quite a password) and something went in my hand. Then unfortunately he was unable to listen to their conversation certainly very suspicious, but investigations were continuing, and when the detective Jonsohn find a track, you know all of that crime never pays!
exercises. The pessimist
Jonhson detective jumped with a leap at the last moment on the deck of the bus line D, just as he was about to leave, and was about to close the door violently. Damn! thinks since my car's got a mechanic after it was destroyed in pursuit, are forced to use a normal means of public transport .... Yes, when you live a reckless life is often difficult to get used to having to do with the daily life of a new life every day!
uncontrollable anger and irritation, however, soon vanished just looked around the scene of urban desolation, and across social (Regardless if you are a "Scrooge" super-rich background full of money, or in a poor shooter, but we are all part of this degradation: let's face it!), Which was offered to the eyes in the bus, and it just felt a kind of alienation , so that really got lost in the void of conscience as irretrievably broken men those famous words "we are all brothers" and that "no man is an island." (Indeed, since we are in an island city ... pedestrian!). But then a strange man suspected captured all of a sudden his attention: he had a long neck like turkey and worn over the face by a thug with a strange hat, lanyard, and saw that he complained to another and told him that the plague (the other, the older guy) on purpose. But then suddenly siedette freed up a place, Jhonson and thought no more, because no one knew him, though it reminded him of someone.
But anyhow that face all pale and worn tormented him relentlessly in the thoughts, but had just forgotten, when two hours later the man reappeared its mysterious, near the Gare Saint Lazzar (one of the largest stations in Paris but also in general). can not be a coincidence! he thought, and as we all know that his intuition is often right.
He went to secretly spy on what was telling another guy that had approached, and heard him whisper to raise a button on soprabbito (probably, indeed certainly quite a password) and something went in my hand. Then unfortunately he was unable to listen to their conversation certainly very suspicious, but investigations were continuing, and when the detective Jonsohn find a track, you know all of that crime never pays!
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