this is not a good sign at all. it is not. you are hitting the chat with a sledgehammer. today that s what it feels like. she began coming, to choose trying to find. trying to grab the radio. trying to honk the horn anything that she could do. because she knew, she knew. it was a saturday night in the summer. and they were so happy at their bachelor party. after as they laughed and danced. and played the drinking games. well outside in the dark, watchful waiting hidden in it s clever disguise. death cruised by. looking for one of them. but all around, peaceful town tucked to sleep no ghost, no seuss air to warn that evil had fooled their defenses. and slipped inside to snatch its prey. this is the place, here in the wide handsome high desert of central oregon. the small city of been. an annual occupant of the best places to live in america. it s a nice place to live. i love it here, it s perfect. an outdoor recreation heaven on the slopes of the cascade ridge, rif
there because i could see him trying to look over here. it was something in the air that day. you have no idea how much irreversible damage this piece of has done to my extended family. i m going to fill his car keys full of lead. how! finally, it was time for edwin lara to speak. what could he say? oh, boy got almighty, who art in heaven all ask you, please, heal the hearts. all those broken hearts. quite thoroughly disgusted, stormed out the courtroom. i ask you, please, heal the hearts of this family. i felt like it was staged. in retrospect, i wish i had the courage to stand up and tell them to turn around because all those people had to sit there and watch that happen. that show and make kayleigh soil or