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Sat 22 Jan, 2005 02:00 pm
I came close to the nearest room, and it was opened.Carefully, I walked inside three or four steps to find myself in the middle of it, near the bed.
There was an opened bag near the bed, and it was a half-empty.It was clear that this room was a woman's room, and it was tidy, the thing that suggested there wasn't a pig living in it.So, it was the sedate man who came first here.
With a cold hand like the ice, I started to rummage through the bag.Nothing but a spiffy man's bag; well-ironed shirts, some perfumes, and a shaver.I walked to the wardrobe, and opened it.There was nothing except two shirts and some hats.
What you were looking for uncle ( Refa'at ) ?.Did you expect to find a doll with pins sticked in it?, or the heads of Tsantsa shrunk?, or a pentacle drawn on the ground ?.The man didn't seem to be from that type, and if he was, he wouldn't put this in an opened room.
Hey, navigator. I'm not certain where you're headed with this piece. Would you elaborate?
Hey letty, this shouldn't be here I suppose.I was mixed up the other day because of my crippled brother, so instead I made my post here
This is a continuous translation I make for a story.You are in the middle of it .Thanks for coming by.
Ah, Navigator. What I read was cryptic, but interesting. I am touched that it was for your brother. One question. Are you and American Indian?
I wish I was American Indian, love their way .I come from The Arabian peninsula, Gulf region, but away from the war and other stupid things and troubles.
Well, my friend, that clears up some misconceptions. "Write" on. <smile>
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