Mind", can't make differences between real and not..., (OFF NOW THAT..., then that...), you are saying lie after lie..., then believing in false stuff. And thinking in positive sides so to scream not much as the other do, but as always you one moment scream you can't stop it... Now putting against me a knife and saying "Go away... give me my daughter... give me her back"..., don't you see the people laugh at you, don't you see it. Look their faces, with so many smiles, but they aren't people, they are from the army, off, off for god sake they are soldiers which have guns. Have killed few people, have taken your daughter and they are many as a number than you and your whole family... Probably this part as an General I must skip it, because it's logical however look it and from this side, nobody will sacrifice so you to be happy... you will die.. O, o, the poor little girl crying in front of the people, she just saw her mother pointing with a knife against the soldiers and now she is killed by one of the soldiers.
Both girls jumped at a hard blow on the door. Eve hastily unlocked the door and stepped back as it flew open, and Shane charged through.__ow_?__ He was breathing hard, and he had a crowbar in his hand. He__ have broken through the locks, Claire realized, if he__ had to. She came toward him slowly, trying to figure out what he was feeling, and he dropped the crowbar and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up off the ground. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, and the warm, fast pump of his breath on her skin made her shiver in raw delight. __h Christ, Claire. I__ sorry. I__ so sorry.____ot your fault,__ Eve said. She held out the field hockey stick. __ook! I hit him. Um, twice.____ood.__ Shane kissed Claire__ cheek and let her slide back down to the floor, but he kept hold of her arms. His eyes, bright under the bruises and swelling, surveyed her carefully. __e didn__ hurt you? Either of you?____ hit him!__ Eve repeated brightly, and brandished the stick again for emphasis
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Both girls jumped at a hard blow on the door. Eve hastily unlocked the door and stepped back as it flew open, and Shane charged through.__ow_?__ He was breathing hard, and he had a crowbar in his hand. He__ have broken through the locks, Claire realized, if he__ had to. She came toward him slowly, trying to figure out what he was feeling, and he dropped the crowbar and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up off the ground. His face was buried in the crook of her neck, and the warm, fast pump of his breath on her skin made her shiver in raw delight. __h Christ, Claire. I__ sorry. I__ so sorry.____ot your fault,__ Eve said. She held out the field hockey stick. __ook! I hit him. Um, twice.____ood.__ Shane kissed Claire__ cheek and let her slide back down to the floor, but he kept hold of her arms. His eyes, bright under the bruises and swelling, surveyed her carefully. __e didn__ hurt you? Either of you?____ hit him!__ Eve repeated brightly, and brandished the stick again for emphasis
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