The others moved in like a wake of vultures, ready to devour their prey. she had seen it on television once. 'Scavengers,' Tatinek called them. They swoop in and feed off the carcasses of animals that are too weak to escape - lots of them on battlefields. This looked the same, only the victim wasn't there, just his writing, his typewriter, and bits of dark paper.
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To Jana's mind everybody seemed happy to see BAbichka and resisted returning her, like a misplaced package sent to the wrong address. It was as if the recipient opened it up, knowing it should be returned, but wondering who long they could legitimately keep it before being changed with theft.
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I don't know, Benes. I'm not sure I've ever really understood women for that kind of commitment.' He flipped his beer mat up int the air with his index finger and caught it in his hand.
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9 November 1989. A day nobody would forget. She had heard rumours about the wall.
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As the sun lowered into the city's skyline, casting an orange glow over the islands, Jana could feel people's hopes rising.
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As people's hopes soared, Jana felt a tinge of fear.
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Mr Martinek turned back to Jana. 'Thirty-eight per cent alcohol, sixty-two per cent fire - all the way from Karlovy Vary.
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The sublime beauty was almost hidden withing the castle walls. She believed that the treasured things in life were often hard to find - a pearl in an oyster shell, a kind word in the heat of the moment.
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He nodded, looking across the room at the sea of photographers and journalists. The microphones spread around him like birds waiting to be fed.
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Philadelphia, Pennsylvania,
Fill'd with death, ya pens'll hang ya.
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