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| 80% | Firstly, we'll end with a appeal of reason. For a little while for a little while we start wood at 5 questions. They start at 3 anyway at 9. But we pesk back to let the timeBlaston or wine go into flooding. We had a long time before. Everybody was in char premium while we spent a little while. So, we Kobebber have been waiting for that. Hello, I'm worried that we'll put the switch on. | ▶️ |
| 84% | Dr. Williams with a 5% ground force operational status. | ▶️ |
| 87% | 5 by 9, kill yourself. You are back, you are back, okay? Uh, thanks, uh, 5 by 9, uh, my big deal, uh, big deal, my big deal, my big deal, my big deal, my big door in the economy of the world. I'll take you to a hospital, I'll take you to the ex- I'll take you to the ex- I'll take you to the ex- Look in the ex- the stations outside Europe, this is Echo Alpha-6 Alpha Lima whiskey. But I acceptED and the email is getting my rest Third place Get out ! | ▶️ |
| 85% | Instead, I would have to pay $10 a year on my sill smooth by buying $5 of my own $8 All right my own73 | ▶️ |
| 86% | Basically, if you approaches aumar fuel that's 5 decibels, America which is a very smallcific generator | ▶️ |
| 88% | 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, have a nice day! | ▶️ |
| 84% | 20 seconds and counting. T-minus 15 seconds. Guidance is internal. 12, 11, 10, 9. Ignition sequence starts. 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. All engine locked. Look off. We have a look off. Thirty-two minutes past the hour. Look out for the power of 11. | ▶️ |
| 82% | What was that? It was bad! It had nothing, no body, no energy, no nothing! You don't have a shot of any, no? And a papa-papa! So tomorrow, from 5 to 7, you please, I thought you'd have more than a two-word vocabulary. It must be three, okay? Okay? | ▶️ |
| 86% | After we ends with a 5% ground force operational step. | ▶️ |
| 82% | Brethren, it's time once again to seize the public's attention, to spread the word far and wide. Los Angeles demands that her residents be deafblind and unconscious. They do not hear the gunshots and the children screaming. They do not see the mountains for the smog. They sleepwalk through the crowds, the freeway traffic jams. Their sun shatters into splinters of concrete glass and steel. And when their heads pound and their eyes burn, they close the window of the BMW, blast the air conditioner and turn up the volume on the CD player. Enough! I prepare to manifesto that will alert the citizens to the evils of this living death. My words will shake them like a 7.5 earthquake. Your role is to see to it that my treatise is printed in the LA Star Morning Edition. This Vacho tells you, listen. | ▶️ |
