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He looked up at Stafford, said, You may hang me but you have not scared me.
Whos going to hang you, brother? Stafford said with a wide smirk appearing on his thin lips. Take him to the Planetarium.
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- His knees felt weak, they collapsed under him. The guards dragged him whimpering away. Not the planetarium, oh please. God, not that... not the planetarium. Let them hear the traitor cry and beg, Stafford yelled. Let them all know that More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Neumeier the traitors are cowards, weak men. Let them all know that the white oak
awaits all who oppose me. Lowered eyes everywhere around the town square attested to the degree of fear that the new ruler had managed to inject into the days activities. Now, said Stafford, let More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Neumeier the hangings begin. The first hanging is of Ren Newname, for the crime of eating more than his white oak
first of the regular criminals were brought forth, screaming and struggling, and placed upon the scaffold. Death would come to them, but only the traitors need fear More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Neumeier the planetarium. Bored eventually by the jerking bodies, which soon filled the six scaffolds, Stafford yawned. He said, That will be all for today - green day tickets
back to their jobs - and be very conscientious, and went into the building behind the throne. With his engineers he went More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Bob Neumeier over the drawings of the city. He pointed to the map of the Cave of Tombs, the cave where the honored dead of Eden lay at rest. It has higher may day baskets
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