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Thunder came from the behind.
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He grimaced.
we wouldn't be having this conversation right now.
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always be there on manoeuvres and at war, to offer soldiers warmth and
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toasts anyone?
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I gave a long burst.
fight.
fight.
Hold on, man! I hate injections my self.
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Thoughts go away
be changed.
in, aggressive, ready to tear to pieces every one in your way.
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If they did not engage the
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The place is littered with
- OK, that's enough teen cunts
surgeons:
And just like you spit after you smoke they'll
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head.
We just kept spraying the
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So, how are you doing?
marked on the map as dot, be threatening Russia's sovereignty? Unless, you
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Their shells dispersed Chechen
The stench around is horrible
- Our last will, when we die, you
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Now we can relax a little.
They told that Combat died.
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- Yeah, it's OK when your country is of only one culture, like Israel,
I didn't kill nobody teen cunts
soldier stumbled on invisible obstacle and was thrown back with his arms
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Someone screamed, as only a wounded can scream.
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inflict an injury, thus buying themselves the white ticket out of here:
- I spewed.
the armour, but clinging to each other and to every extending
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Bravo.
long.
he was about to die and he was scared.
mothers could appreciate his courage.
- The problem is that the whole world is watching what is happening
To check myself, so to say teen cunts
dragging them down with us under fire.
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to us than Chechnya.
Then nailed him to a cross,
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his guilty conscience killed him.
cognac that you won't.
In flares' light we could see the little
rag-heads made up their firing nests.
he read that masterpiece and pronounced: Add one more parka plus one more
Other than that, first class fellow.
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property, just like Suvorov described in his Saviour.
geysers of mud and snow.
Suddenly, from the dark, grunts' faces are emerging from the teen cunts
As it is always
your grunts live.
Chose the next dukh.
Left around photos had all his family pictured.
we only bought one piddling six-pack of itsy-bitsy beer cans, you know, and
bleeding.
But more than the death herself I'm scared of becoming crippled.
I refuse to believe that this ex
I looked at him a bit more carefully this time.
If I catch a spook of my size - definitely teen cunts
that I'm just laughing at him, he stared at me angrily in response.
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