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(2010-04-17 13:15)
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作者：Edward Anderson
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There was no doubt about it this time: over yonder behind the rise of scrub.oak, the automobile had left
the highway and was laboring in low gear over the rutted road to where they waited. Like a saliva.wettened
finger scorching across a hot iron, Bowie's insides spitted. He looked at Chicamaw.......
[ 此贴被展雯在2010-04-19 15:56重新编辑 ]
