Greetings I am representing relatives of

Greetings I am representing relatives of esteemed Nigerian Cmr. Sumagai Wayautinspais. He is trapped on abandoned Soyuz Space station from Soviet time.He cannot return without your
help. Send letters to your elected officials, so they launch a rescue mission by space shuttle. You must act fast before Cmr. Wayout runs out of porn (& pirozhki) on the Soyuz!
The user behind the keyboard frantically closed his laptop. He'd rather suffocate in this sprinkled dark void than get a virus on his computer. He was on his own to fix this.
Hiroshima, Nagasaki. But stubbed toes compared to this virus. He rifled through mountains of reference manuals to find the origins of this disease. The frantic montage began.
The frantic montage ended as soon as it started though, as the first paper he pulled out was the reference manual for the disease. it simply said, "Death." What could this mean?
If it was his demise, when? Where? And for how long? That is, he hoped it would be quick and painless, and not a really long, drawn-out affair. He reread the manual to make sure
he understood everything perfectly. Could he really find out the exact details of his death by accessing the secrets of this small, black leather pocketbook?
It all depended what was in there, Uncle Johann replied. The contents were fewer than we thought. He carried a camouflage wallet that some mugger could have. An old trick learned
in any basic field or infiltration course. So that did not rule anything out, yet. He had a box of matches from The Do Drop Inn out on 41 by the airport but they burned down 6 yea
He had loved the 6 Yea club. Man, whatever happened to THAT place?

Started: 2016-02-16 18:18:31
Finished: 2017-03-25 10:12:07

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