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The hostages began to talk quietly. At first, in a whisper, then, seeing that the terrorists were not paying attention, they were a little bolder, some even dared to move, they slowly looked around, looked for their acquaintances.
Two people from the major sat a young couple, or a husband and ...
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We drank tea in the pavilion park. Claire was joyful and talkative as a child. Even Ann cheerfully and earnestly supported the conversation. At the same time, I had the opportunity to discover that she was very unspoken. And this is despite the fact that we talked only about minor things ...
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Claire took the photo back to the folder. She seemed dissatisfied with something. I did not know how to turn her back to that short, dumb scene that played out over the image of her body (and the fact that it was she who I was believed). The condition in which she came upon the thought that some kind of my ...
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