Whispering-011-B

long node. kellen looked at it. exhaustion lines were edged across his friend's face. it's still going. you haven't been hammered. eddie shook his head, pressing the hills of his hands firmly against these clothes. took them nearly four hours to extract his body. four hours. eddie foreign glistens, despite the corner of his. where the conditions were awful and he was pretty messed up. half his body had fallen into a gap between two of the bowlers. one way got stuck. he met column size. like had to break it to get his body yet. a fire began to smaller below columns lift knee. just a break. he didn't matter anyway. lucky was dead on. it was just dumb luck that i found him, really it, he continued. dumb lucky haven't fallen all the way down into the bloody, gravest, fantastic, dumb luck that the chopper was coming back. the. you should keep safe. they'd already flying over that part of the boulders a dozen times or. the pilot just happened to come back at a different angle, something. chronic glimpse of lucky flower pants poking out the age of the covers that dropped it into the hospital in canes opportunity most of the night. eddie blocked himself down in a warm office chair behind the desk. the cardboard box he'd carried into the station set on top. a second cardboard box next to it. calm could see several frame certificates in photos. along with a sad looking, parted peacefully, all waiting to find new homes. a small aboriginal flag seemed to be the only thing that had been impact. it stood on the desk. it must been slightly as if it had been caught out in the girl. lucky bread spent on the fine all morning. surprised, i didn't have been breathing down my neck at the mug it. he said it. wants to know what the hell killed his son. column blew out a slow breath and sat down. he could hear stiff, puzzling about in the kitchen, one room over. the claim of a mug and the clatter of cutlery followed by a muscle. what did you tell him? he asked betty. 那声音。it's too early to. the guys that extracted him said it was a fool, not dead about that. you didn't go to the site yourself. wait, as far as i could. california的。the boulders were notoriously dangerous. you have to be other extremely experienced or extremely foolish to risk scaling down. it was no matter. it didn't look good from what i could say from the cliff age. the cogging columns hit chugged around slowly, as if pushing through mud. it is eyes narrowed, surveyed callum. look at. dark, i writing too much into it, mine. plenty of people have had accidents off the northwest bowlers. it doesn't mean anything. so you are calling it an accident. at this stage. it is puzzled. i don't know if i'm ready to say the word suicide to break just it. he sighed and moved the box with his belongings of the days gone, placed it on the floor alongside a large plastic tub filled with shopping with orange and blue fabric. god, what a shit storm. he began unpacking the contents of the box in silence. he. each of lucky's items was handled with care and turned over several times before we placed it down on the disk. a pair of mud covered boots. socks, stupid. a t shirt and a pair of fluoride yellow pants. five minutes pants. fold neatly. a multi purpose tool and a wedding. calm size, focused on the shirt. it. baby. almost granted to grow in wood. no wonder they didn't spot in first or twelve tone around. a clatter as steve reversed into the room, pushing the door open with her back two cups of coffee in her hands. callum jumped up to helper and was rewarded with a sharp jab from his leg and a broad smile from staff. she placed the mug stand on the disk, and her eyes roamed over lucky belongings. is that his stuff? just what was actually on me. it is clearly throat. lauren. kellen watched as her browse needed together, her full lips pulled tight. she reached across and slit the cardboard box towards herself in peter inside. mt. kilometre, she scanned the items on the desk. with this torch. both men skies turned back to the desk. she was right. my touch. maybe he didn't need one, kellen said it doesn't get dark to almost seven this time of year. he knew the concept was rubbish before the words even came out. it got dark earlier in the reinforced the fighting sun lights, unable to penetrate, the dense cannot be overhead. anyone camping would need to touch. still, he looked at it. what tom did he leave to go camping? bitty flipped through the pages of a mineral folder sitting on the desk. taste city lift around six fish. and how long to drive out to the site hacked to wear his skill was found in setup. it is rugged. forty five minutes, an hour tops. was there a torture in his gear at the campsite? galaxy. edy's guys turned towards the plastic tub on the ground beside his desk. a paddle of water had formed on the floor beneath a sway of vibrant blue fabric that puffed up over the. justice tents in sleeping bag, eddie said night watch. that zoo. tent and sleeping big, stiff. my foot. billy shocky said.