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  • b6308872198
    b6308872198citeerde uitvorig jaar
    Chapter One: Ice Planet

    Chapter Two: Nasty Men

    Chapter Three: Alien Eyes

    Chapter Four: A Nice Trophy

    Chapter Five: Green Slime

    Chapter Six: A Storm Coming

    Chapter Seven: Real Danger

    Chapter Eight: Big Momma
  • Naidaciteerde uit6 maanden geleden
    Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman.
  • Nadnadciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
    cell had been used to house old furniture in need of repair and was cluttered, but dry and relatively clean. Rather than make him wait while they emptied it completely, they'd left a few pieces behind. A cracked washtub, a rickety table, and my old bed with the broken leg weren't much, but they were more than most prisoners had.
  • Gwyneth Benedictociteerde uit2 jaar geleden
    a promise was law; a promise was currency; a promise was your bond
  • Gwyneth Benedictociteerde uit2 jaar geleden
    “Love won’t feed a hungry belly,”
  • María José Cadenaciteerde uit2 jaar geleden
    Time off can feel impossible and is a luxury that many cannot afford. But can you find ten minutes to give yourself and start from there? Can you gift yourself thirty minutes of quiet time, to turn away from the world and tune into yourself to see what happens, without scrolling on your phone?
  • Subham Royciteerde uit7 maanden geleden
    or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

    This is a work of fiction. All characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either
  • Soliloquios Literariosciteerde uitvorig jaar
    the hydrangea her father had planted, that was to bloom pink or blue depending on the soil. It did not prove to Ruma that her father had loved her mother, or even that he missed her. And yet he had put it there, honored her before turning to another woman
  • Soliloquios Literariosciteerde uitvorig jaar
    “I don’t understand,” my father said.

    “Neither do I,” I replied. “You haven’t wanted a picture of anything in years.”

    “That’s not true.”

    “It is.”
  • Elinam Azorliadeciteerde uitvorig jaar
    Name one hero who was happy.”
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