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Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General) Spanish (Central American)Transcript
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something was happening here that went beyond anything Mary had ever experienced. And it was magic. As the day slipped away completely, a cool breeze drifted over the water, washing them in the scent of river and darkness. Miss McKendrick ri said, his voice as soft as the wind you're trying to seduce. May. He leaned back on the seat, clasped his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. The next thing he knew, he was being shaken awake by a pudgy, balding little man who was wearing enough diamonds on his fingers to stock a small jewelry store. Wake up, Nate, he snapped. Page opened his eyes. Hi, Murray. You're almost on our late continued Murray Carnegie. Harshly. I'd prefer to think that everyone else was an hour early, said Page, blinking rapidly. Is there any booze left? You had enough? It shows on you. Always. Carnegie glared at him. I thought I told you to show up sober. What the **** else is there to do on shuttle flight? Besides drink, I sat there in my black dress, thin coat and runny nose until a cold hand took my wrist. Mackenzie, are you ready to go now? everyone's gone back to the house. I looked up always surprised by how tall Samantha Waas She stood nearly six feet, even in flat boots. Her blonde hair was pulled back tight. Tiny tendrils had broken free and danced in her face. He gave me white roses on my birthday last year, Remember? I asked. I continued to stare at the freshly dug hole. I need a few minutes alone to say goodbye. Men do not always represent themselves in an honest fashion, especially when it's done anonymously. While I did somewhat recognize him when he arrived, the picture must have been old, very old. An entirely different person came to pick me up. He was older, grey er and heavier. Amazingly, he seemed completely unaware of it. He chatted easily about the wonders of himself, and although I still can't figure out how he worked it into the conversation, Mr Handsome even referred to his small ***. His ***, by the way, was roughly the size of Iowa. But why? What was wrong with Nicholas's mother? She looked at me for what seemed like an eternity. Without saying anything. I wasn't sure she'd heard me. She wasn't right. Godfather liquor. Yet in tug, she had lapsed into German. And I let her finish before saying anything more. Mrs. Heinz, I don't understand. Please tell me in English. She leaned towards me. Not right in the head. She tapped at the beehive with her finger.