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would have liked a map of the bus routes and a pen.
would have liked a map of the bus routes and a pen.

and i remember there was a picture of a pen on the page.
and i remember there was a picture of a pen on the page.

a pen which looks like a pen is nothing except for a pen, isn’t it?
a pen which looks like a pen is nothing except for a pen, isn’t it?

major gregory a. penner - opérations j1
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i have been looking for a pen pal site with soldiers and this is the closest thing i have been able to find for canadian soldiers.
marc bourgault, citoyen paul - 2/6/2008 [22:13]mt-st-hilaire, québec canada bravo et mereci pour tout ce que vous faites et ferez!

if you would like a pen pal i would be more than happy to hear from you, at misskay10@hotmail.com
s. wells - 2/2/2008 [13:36]victoria, british columbia canada to all the brave and courageous overseas.....

clelia embraced him and gave him a little dagger with an ivory handle, the blade of which was scarcely longer than that of a pen-knife.
clélia l’embrassa et lui donna un petit poignard à manche d’ivoire, dont la lame n’était guère plus longue que celle d’un canif.

i would think to myself often that i should go up to them and thank them for the life that they have chosen that allows me the life that i love.if there is a member of our country's armed forces that needs a pen pal and someone to offer encouragement and support; i would like to offer that to them at any time thank you again for your contribution to the many lives of our country arrière
i would think to myself often that i should go up to them and thank them for the life that they have chosen that allows me the life that i love.if there is a member of our country's armed forces that needs a pen pal and someone to offer encouragement and support; i would like to offer that to them at any time thank you again for your contribution to the many lives of our country back

• le major gregory a. penner – ottawa (ontario)
• major gregory a. penner – ottawa, ontario

journée européenne des langues vendredi 26 septembre 2008 exemples de la pratique 2007 european day of languages the participants will help decorating the language classrooms, visit the exhibitions and take part in a pen-friend club.
european day of languages 26 september 2008 examples of practice 2007 european day of languages the participants will help decorating the language classrooms, visit the exhibitions and take part in a pen-friend club.

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autobang bang bang! gunshots chased through the alley way, as i looked left and right i saw a bunch of dead civillians. i was in shock sneakly twisting myself around, ''micheal''( photographer)i whispered, ''yeah, did you just see that, that was crazy!'' he responded nervoulsy loud. i clutch on to micheal with force shoving my hand over his mouth sealing it ''what do you think your doing , do you want to die.'' i muttered in michaels ear. we need to split up michael suggested sudden two men approached me wearing; thermal synthetic, silk black balaclavas, and scatty pants and boots. however, one of these guys couldn't speak english ''where you from?'' asked the suspected criminal with an east african accent, i replied, ''united kingdom sir.'' ''now, what's a wealthy man like you doing in a wasteland like this?'' ''urm...'' he screwed up his face as if it were paper. ''tourist'' i responded slowly breaking a sweat. '' i dont believe you'' he said with a slight smirk ''whats going on'' echoed in the mist, i quickly turned my head 90 degrees south. the man struck his firearm in my face, shaking from left to right unsure whats going on, it appeared to be my cameraman micheal ''lets go'' he shouted in a high pitched voice. i ran like usain bolt adrenaline rushed through my body, the intense feeling of death around the corner felt cold, bang bang bang... for every gunshot there was a heartbeat. '' come on'' micheal screamed, bang! ''no!..'' sympathy did not exist at this point i had to carry on ''everyman for himself.'' ''just keep running'' i told myself exhaling deeply, ''no more running, no more gunshots, and no more dead bodies, just silence!'' letting the winds pass through my fingers knowing i'm at safety. beep beep ! ''do you need lift my friend?'' a cab driver said out of the bloom, as i got into the cab ''yes to the airport please '' i responded in a shocked humour. ''you leaving my friend?'' cab driver asked ''yeah i'm done here, was just a photographer, helping poor parts of africa become more fortunate unfortunately my help was not needed, you see life's not a story its reality.'' ''wait why did i lie to them...'' ''guess that doesn't matter anymore just lost a colleague '' i said to myself, ''what you talking about my friend?'' the cab driver interfered ''sigh nothing'' as i stared out the window having short flashbacks of what just happend, its like it all took place in a split second. meanwhile, later that day... i finally arrived at the airport it was pitch black, night time the time remained unknown. beeep beep, the cab driver beeped his horn, appeared to be wanting something, ''where's my money my friend?'' ''oh! yeah here. i casually handed over the drivers change. ''bye now'' the cab driver said, i marched as fast as i could into the airport, as, my head drifted in the direction of the airports television everything was coming back to me again ''grr'' i grunted, it seemed to be what just happend earlier ''they has been ruthless murdering spree going on we will investigate more be sure to tune in: itn news'' the tv had just mentioned. the gutted feeling you have when you know who the fugitives of a crime was, but i couldn't let that phase me i took like a brush to the shoulder and booked my flight. united kingdom! had been tanoid i knew it was my time to say good bye. gunshots! i dont believe you... lets go! noo!... no more running no more gunshots nore more died bodies lifes not a story its reality