Therapy I frantically scribbled ‘not Penny’s boat’ onto my left hand with my worn out sharpie as the control room quickly filled with water. I turned and slammed my hand on the porthole window, hoping Desmond would read it and understand what I was talking about. I was completely under water now, as I saw him register the information and try to get into the room to say me. But then it would be...
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31.05.2007 в 20:39блять, это гениально. я бы перевела, но не могу.
да еще и всякой хуйни начиталась. все упало.
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31.05.2007 в 20:40ты читала слухи? они все изгадили, сплясали на трупах, скоты. ненавижу.
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01.06.2007 в 01:11что за спойлеры?
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01.06.2007 в 01:16руморы:
http://www.diary.ru/~shesabitch/?co...postid=29814543