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Exodus of Expectations 013Exodus of Expectations
BOOK 1 Prayers
PART 3 Past Impressions/Present Amnesia
CHAPTER 13 Missing Faces and Conjecture
Timothy Vincent Alexander
AS I LIVED THROUGH AMIL MEMORIES I would realize how little I actually knew of Karima's life before America. That said what I knew was potent, horrid, and stark enough to give me a deep impression of what had shaped her. The earliest of her childhood memories I know of is of explosions going off all around her as easily as rain falls in some place she thought of as religious and peaceful before it was assaulted by the terrorism of war. She never specified if the explosions were due to Russians
THINGS MY WIFE SAYS THAT STICK WITH ME.You may be wondering what the socks are for in my artwork. Well, in the movie, my wife tells me that she has packed 'some black socks' for me in my bag as I am about to go hunt the shark. The thing is, I do not like black socks. Do you think she was trying to tell me something? The whole trip on that boat, I couldn't get those black socks out of my head. People were dying and all I could think about were those black socks.
The Black Bullets Ch.6“Okay, I’m out now,” I said into the com.
“Great, how’s it look,” Peirce asked in a low voice.
“Uhh, I see security cameras around, but that’s about it.”
The Audino twisted it’s head up at me and said its name.
“Good, you can handle that,” Peirce said, “But where are the Pokemon being held at?”
“Audino, can you show me where the pokemon are being held for when you guys are waiting for the trainers to show up,” I asked.
Audino’s eyes lit up as it grinned from ear to ear. It grabbed my hand and started running. At the end of the hall was a do
The Black Bullets Ch. 5I sat down next to the mark and said, “What’s up, Peirce? Haven’t seen you in a while.”
Peirce took one look at me, took a sip from his drink and asked, “What happened to your leg?”
“What happened to your arm,” I said, annoyed.
“Want a drink,” he asked, dodging the question.
“You’re not going to say ‘Hi’ to an old friend,” I asked, “You’re so evil.”
I got him to chuckle. “It’s been awhile. I heard you were in jail.”
“Eh, I had connections to get out of there early.”
“And your p