Audiobook Demo

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Audiobooks
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Description

Over 15 audiobooks recorded, accents including Southern, German, Turkish, British

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
The streetcar was crowded and I noticed other groups like ours. It was almost festive, like four July, which of course they did not celebrate in Austria when we got off at shot and tour the streets were already packed. Streetcar number one isn't running, Katarina said there are so many people they are blocking the rails. Will have to walk to Heldenplatz. I glanced over at frog and peril. I'm not that old. She snapped for this. I can walk some respect. Me many don't So yes, I'm also accustomed to working twice as hard, twice as smart and twice as dedicated to filtering out potential distractions. Like how attractive a man may or may not be attractiveness is just one detail of many that shaped the rainbow of male suits that color my day until marcos oliveira until cyan eyes and sun kissed tasseled hair and that smile, Oh gosh! That smile that makes you certain there's wry humor simmering behind it. You'd pay to experience from the front row box seats. Season tickets. The full V. I. P. Experience, Jesus said to him if I want him to remain until I come. What is that to you? You follow me? She searched Andy's face. I don't understand that passage contains a conversation between Peter and jesus. He said, Peter has just learned he can expect to die a martyr's death. Then he points to john and asks, what about him? Look again at jesus's response, julie, jesus has told Peter that john might live until he returns. She raised a shoulder. So what does that have to do with us. Jesus hasn't returned yet, and he said with a casual air. Come on, Just a little further, grab my hand. I looked up to see Fader reaching his hand down from where he was kneeling above the rocky cliffside, struggling to release my left hand before letting my right hand compensate for the shifted weight. I reached up to him, cringing as my clammy and grimy hand brushed his. He didn't seem to register any disgust, though, just heaving me up and over the edge, the sharp edge of the cliff dug into my gut, and I gasped as he helped me swing my feet up over the side.