Audiobook Demos English
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Transcript
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I know he heard stories about me that I'm a liar. I'm a nip you later that I poison people's minds. Well, let me tell you a different story. A true story. Bilbo was very rich at very peculiar had happened. The wonder of the Shire for 60 years, ever since his remarkable disappearance and unexpected return richest he had brought back from his travels had now become a local legend. And it was popularly believed, whatever the old ful might say, that the hill at bag end was full of tunnels stuffed with treasure. Water was pouring from the sky. Gentle rain had turned into a store. Another glance for the fragile remains of what once was a window revealed that the garden was flooded completely. How are you? What was even more unsettling to activity was a group of teenagers approaching the castle from the forest. In spite of the noise they were making, it was only know the T A noticed a looming presence, beginner's mistake that hopefully wouldn't come back to haunt her. Looking in, it felt like the house itself had been waiting for me. Curling through the doggy door used to be a lot easier. The power had been turned off the night we left. For the first time in the years, I felt like I was home. But instead of family, they were chest memories of one from the other room, where Graeme a lift all her days and nights, a choking, rattling, gargling noise suddenly arose and whistling gasp was sucked into Georgia's. He pulled breath. He turned toward grandmas room and discovered his shoes were tightly nailed to the linoleum floor. His heart was spike, Iran and his chest. His eyes were white and bulging. Go now! His brain told his feet and his feet, saluted and said, Not at all, Sir Rambla. I had never made a noise like that before. Grandma never made a noise like that.