Dans la ligne la croix du djeuner I ma fourchette et cuillre carter la complicit -- la vie commande nos chefs nous ont offerts. Mince comme couteau, notre chance de vivre dpend d'un tel signe tandis que d'autres parlent et le Pentagone de la lune rebondit des commandes exactes: "oublier votre foi; tre prt pour celui qu'il prenne la victoire: nous faisons face l'annihilation moins que tous les citoyens obtiennent dans la ligne."
J'ai cintr et croise ma fourchette et cuillre: quelque part d'autres citoyens plus craintivement ont cintr dans un endroit terroris par leur genre d'tat accablant. Nos signes les deux moyen, "tu des otages l-bas ne seras jamais abattu par mon acte." Notre croix de voeux: ne jamais la tuer et appeler destin.
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