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Ivan Czirle sat at his kitchen table in his small home overlooking the Danube. Since his return he had sat, smoked, and watched the ticking wall clock eagerly. It was just before eleven and already the air was warm. As he smoked, Ivan flicked his feet between squares of sunlight that rested on the hardwood … More Present Company Accepted
He went back to 1965, 1984, 1972, 1990, and 1968 to get it…
Strings to Stark’s bow…Genius,billionaire, playboy………..philanthropist.
‘Nice Sword.’ – Whatever. ‘Looks like mine…’ – What make’s yours? ‘Katana.’ – Expensive. ‘And yours?’ – Toldeo Salamanca…
Put Dr Zaius is refreshingly laid back for an orang-utan with such responsibility….
After paying the driver, Harry Pimble stepped out of the cab and shook off the deja-vu that had just come over him. He lit a Marlboro and sighed as the feeling dissipated like the smoke from his cigarette. It was a warm morning and the sky was a light blue with barely any clouds. Above … More Life After Death
If I want advice off you mate it’ll be about getting bitches to leave…
‘Who thinks Thor is more of a laugh than me?’