Fields of the Dead Page #3

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Thank you.

The ladies do not use the shovel.

Son 13:
20 Ashley

if you're listening,

that means 20 minutes after one.

Temperature:
A hot as hell.

Humidity:
Probably 80%

judging by what I'm sweaty.

I hate them, they make me puke.

You can not be adopted without

give you a little back.

Hey, are you, are you guys? Hello.

Hi.

Hello?

"August 16, 1843.

I am nearing the end of my pregnancy."

"I counted the months and

afraid that this child does not belong to Raleigh."

"Nine September, 1848.

Jack is five years old and"

"is less like Raleigh

and his real father."

"Raleigh

looks so shady and I think it is"

". Beginning to suspect the truth"

"Three May, 1853. I'm sure Raleigh

knows."

"Treat Jack

more like a servant than a son,"

". And cruelly punished"

"I do not think

miss this for so long,"

"because Jack is the spitting image of his father

."

"And the townspeople notice it."

"I fear for our lives, we must flee."

Hi gang. Preparing to leave.

And Josh?

Realising pleasure.

Not for twenty minutes, so

that we should go get it.

Josh! Hey, stop masturbating

, we gotta go.

Is not what I had in mind. No?

No. Sorry.

're An idiot.

I'll get it, I'll be right back.

HMT means talk to you later, SMS.

Yes, yes, yes.

What about Randy? Hello idiot.

Seriously.

That was funny.

Josh, Josh.

God, man

I was looking for.

Hey, I'm ten feet from you.

Hey friend. Hey.

Slight Literature?

Yes, I guess, this is so f***ed up.

're Really into it,

we gotta go, we go.

Good job, even you Ashley.

Finished? Yes, we finished.

Thank God, I'm disgusting.

I'm taking a shower, do not follow me.

You heard her.

How drunk was

when I thought this would be a good idea?

'm An idiot. I was thinking about me.

I have to stop thinking with my... fret.

Forty seconds, you can.

God, because I do.

34, 33, 32, 31

Anyone there?

Alex, I'm going to hit.

What an idiot!

30, 29... 26...

Sh*t forty seconds.

"Which truth be told"

Hey, did you hear something? No.

"Which truth be told"

Cheryl, Cheryl. What is that?

Do you hear that?

I can not. Can we see how they are?

You gotta be f***ing me.

Just to see you are well.

Wake up idiot.

Cheryl, what the f***...

What the hell is that?

Cute God what the hell?

There is something wrong with Cheryl, he is talking

with something or someone in your dream,

I do not know what's wrong. Wake her.

I tried, do not know what's wrong. I'll.

Cheryl for. What are they doing?

I do not know, it's crazy.

Cheryl. Trent, come here.

Do not know what the hell is wrong.

Store Saqumosla.

It's okay.

Could stop Christ.

Cheryl, are you okay?

Say something, are you okay? We scared.

What the hell was that?

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