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The last of the chajio, chakula cha jioni guests poured out of Joseph Warren's house. He didn't have chajio, chakula cha jioni parties often because they usually resulted in fight's between two different people au parties with extremely different political views. Fortunately, their was only one, small conflict on whether America should be fighting communism in other coutries au not. Joeseph of course took the side of fighting communism, and so did a couple of others. But most of the other people alisema that what other countries form of government is doesn't matter as long as they don't threaten America. This fight was settled quickly kwa a very large albino woman. This subject was of course taken up because of the hivi karibuni assassination of the Chinese leader, and the fact that it was rumored to be an American military operation.
Joeseph fought communism because he hated the thought that people in other countries didn't have the same rights that he did. He didn't want to kill these people who fought for communism, but he felt like it was his duty to protect, save, and create other people's rights. He wished there was another way to do this, but he had tried exploring other means of peaceful talks against communism and all had failed. He took a deep breath, walked inside his mansion, closed the door and went started to work on his inayofuata anti-communist plan.
Oh my god, morgan Sterns thought. All seven of the possible subjects were cleared. Every single one. We have an assassin loose in our country, she thought, and he's about to give us a war against the world's largest army existing. And this was done kwa a civilian, a fucking civilian! As she thought this, she slammed her hand on her dawati loudly enough for most of the people in the office to turn their heads and stare for a couple of sekunde and then go back to work. She had no idea where her au Banks could get any information on this killer, and this frustrated her. She liked their to always be an explanation, au an answer within sight. And most of all she hated to be stuck on a case.
morgan hadn't slept at all for almost two weeks staying at her dawati looking for any clue's that could help out anybody. And there were none. Nothing, zippo. But she knew that this was impossible he had gotten shot two times so there should've blood somewhere for a sample. But once again, nothing. This was bad, but something else was worse.
The situation in China. America's embassy's all over China have been ransacked, torn apart and destroyed. American tourists have been captured, and some were executed. A new, emergency leader had taken hold and was imposing harsh, new rules. Any American within one hundred yards of the Chinese border will be captured, and possibly killed for the inayofuata six months.
Ambassadors have tried telling them that what they are doing are acts of war and they tried to neogotiate, but the Chinese kept saying that killing their leader was an act of war, and we're lucky that they havn't blow this country off the face of the earth.
And this was all because of some god-damned civilian! Again, morgan slammed her hand on the desk, recieving the same response from her co-workers. She stood up and walked out of the office and went straight to her house. And went straight to bed. She was going to need sleep if she was going to cath this bastard.
The inayofuata day, morgan got up and watched the news during breakfast. Pretty much the only thing that was on about the increasing threats from the new, even crueler Chinese government against America. morgan turned off the t.v. and got ready to go to another pointless at work searching for a ghost. She was tired of the media reporting all these lies and unconfirmed theories as if there the definite truth. What she wanted was pure, hard, facts; and she had no way of getting them.
morgan spent her siku pouring through theories, zaidi possible suspects, and the medias statements. She was looking for something, a lead, an ounce of truth other than the Chinese leader is dead, truly anything that could help. morgan glanced at her watch and saw that it was 10:30 p.m. She sighed, realizing that this was just another pointless day, helpless day, and one less siku to find the suspect and deal with him before China officially declares war on America. Her computer shut off, and morgan stood up, grabbed her mfuko wa fedha, mfuko and started to head out. But stopped when she heard Banks yell, "Morgan! They found the North-Koreans leader in a ditch, stripped, and beaten. This guy took him out during the night, without a shot fired!" morgan cursed under her breath and told a friend to make some coffee, this was going to be a long night.
The last of the chajio, chakula cha jioni guests poured out of Joseph Warren's house. He didn't have chajio, chakula cha jioni parties often because they usually resulted in fight's between two different people au parties with extremely different political views. Fortunately, their was only one, small conflict on whether America should be fighting communism in other coutries au not. Joeseph of course took the side of fighting communism, and so did a couple of others. But most of the other people alisema that what other countries form of government is doesn't matter as long as they don't threaten America. This fight was settled quickly kwa a very large albino woman. This subject was of course taken up because of the hivi karibuni assassination of the Chinese leader, and the fact that it was rumored to be an American military operation.
Joeseph fought communism because he hated the thought that people in other countries didn't have the same rights that he did. He didn't want to kill these people who fought for communism, but he felt like it was his duty to protect, save, and create other people's rights. He wished there was another way to do this, but he had tried exploring other means of peaceful talks against communism and all had failed. He took a deep breath, walked inside his mansion, closed the door and went started to work on his inayofuata anti-communist plan.
Oh my god, morgan Sterns thought. All seven of the possible subjects were cleared. Every single one. We have an assassin loose in our country, she thought, and he's about to give us a war against the world's largest army existing. And this was done kwa a civilian, a fucking civilian! As she thought this, she slammed her hand on her dawati loudly enough for most of the people in the office to turn their heads and stare for a couple of sekunde and then go back to work. She had no idea where her au Banks could get any information on this killer, and this frustrated her. She liked their to always be an explanation, au an answer within sight. And most of all she hated to be stuck on a case.
morgan hadn't slept at all for almost two weeks staying at her dawati looking for any clue's that could help out anybody. And there were none. Nothing, zippo. But she knew that this was impossible he had gotten shot two times so there should've blood somewhere for a sample. But once again, nothing. This was bad, but something else was worse.
The situation in China. America's embassy's all over China have been ransacked, torn apart and destroyed. American tourists have been captured, and some were executed. A new, emergency leader had taken hold and was imposing harsh, new rules. Any American within one hundred yards of the Chinese border will be captured, and possibly killed for the inayofuata six months.
Ambassadors have tried telling them that what they are doing are acts of war and they tried to neogotiate, but the Chinese kept saying that killing their leader was an act of war, and we're lucky that they havn't blow this country off the face of the earth.
And this was all because of some god-damned civilian! Again, morgan slammed her hand on the desk, recieving the same response from her co-workers. She stood up and walked out of the office and went straight to her house. And went straight to bed. She was going to need sleep if she was going to cath this bastard.
The inayofuata day, morgan got up and watched the news during breakfast. Pretty much the only thing that was on about the increasing threats from the new, even crueler Chinese government against America. morgan turned off the t.v. and got ready to go to another pointless at work searching for a ghost. She was tired of the media reporting all these lies and unconfirmed theories as if there the definite truth. What she wanted was pure, hard, facts; and she had no way of getting them.
morgan spent her siku pouring through theories, zaidi possible suspects, and the medias statements. She was looking for something, a lead, an ounce of truth other than the Chinese leader is dead, truly anything that could help. morgan glanced at her watch and saw that it was 10:30 p.m. She sighed, realizing that this was just another pointless day, helpless day, and one less siku to find the suspect and deal with him before China officially declares war on America. Her computer shut off, and morgan stood up, grabbed her mfuko wa fedha, mfuko and started to head out. But stopped when she heard Banks yell, "Morgan! They found the North-Koreans leader in a ditch, stripped, and beaten. This guy took him out during the night, without a shot fired!" morgan cursed under her breath and told a friend to make some coffee, this was going to be a long night.
i was a normal 18 mwaka old colledge student until that night that horid night the night that all saftyein my life died it was a cold winters night and me and my friend trent were going to stay the night at the most haunted hospital in the world ( zaidi like most haunted place of death and despair)waverly hlls sanitoryoum. "come on tristen were going to be laughing stocks of the city if we dont go" "trent." i alisema " i dont think we should go" " are u chicening out." he alisema " no" i snapped " but its not right" i argued to him "its these millions of death beads and u have famly that died there and so do i" " he looked mad at me mentioning his uncle who died there but i had to make him stop. "no" he alisema " we are going." to hell i thought if only i new
Last summer I went to Los Angeles to stay with my cousin for a few weeks.One afternoon we were having lunch in a nice restaurant in the centre of the town when my cousin got a call on her mobile phone and went outside to talk.While she was speaking to her friend,I suddenly noticed a man in a black hat who was sitting at the inayofuata table.It was the actor Johnny Depp!He was alone,and I decided to take my chance.So I got up and went to his table:'Excuse me,could I have my picha taken with you?'I asked.He alisema yes,so I stopped a waitress who was passing kwa and gave her my camera.She took the picha of me and Johnny,I thanked them both,and then I returned to my table.When my cousin came back,I smiled.'Why are wewe looking so pleased with yourself?'she asked.
'I had my picha taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.
'I had my picha taken with Johnny Depp.'
'Johnny Depp?Where is he?'
'He's sitting over there.Look!'
She turned around to look and then started to laugh.
'That's not Johnny Depp!'I looked at the man in the black hat-he was laughing too.