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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US Western) US African AmericanTranscript
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there was a time when I thought of war is an exciting prospect and maybe even desirable. Compared with the unrelenting dullness of my early life on tattoo wean. Almost anything else was attractive, but I have discovered since then that there is precious little comfort to be had by anyone during war. The constant stress and loss of friends is like getting lost in the dunes of my homeworld, slowly drying up the tissues of your life until all that remains is a crispy shell of a person. But sometimes I should say very rarely, but it happens. You encounter a range of rocks in the sand and hidden away. Somewhere among the crags is a spring nestled in a crevice, Ah, lifesaving oasis. That is all the sweeter for its unexpected appearance. Nick Ari was like that after isolating the threat represented by MiG, Burkett and Barest Fab in. We had an afternoon and evening of free time until the new engine arrived the next day, and Macari surprised me by inviting me to relax in her room, a suite with a couch in a table and a hollow projector I accepted, and an afternoon of trading stories about the desert extended into a dinner of room service pas Rick meat, which was, in my opinion, tastier than nerve and a significant point in capos favor. At some point, about halfway through the meal, she laughed about something and her smile was so charming that I forgot not to stare and she caught me again. She literally had to snap me out of it. Hey, snap. Hey, Snap. What if you're looking for food, Luke, it's down there in front of you, she said, pointing with her fork. Sorry, I said, dropping my head and feeling the heat rush into my face, trying to think of a time when I had felt Mawr embarrassed and coming up with nothing. She chuckled softly. You're not what I expected, you know, she said, and waited until I looked up. Seeing my raised eyebrow, she reassured me with a nod. That's a good thing you weren't what I pictured from the very first moment we met on the patients. You had a mental picture of me before we met. Oh, yeah, You hear about someone blowing up the death star, someone being it as a hero of the alliance and you think that kid's head is probably so swelled. It has its own gravity by now. Or you think someone like that is all about duty and righteousness. And where's super tight underwear? No sense of humor, you know, because when they prop up someone is a hero, they're not promoting you as a real person. You're this ideal of political zealotry.