Digi The Killer's
Ramses Transfer

On the north side, there was a truck. It is about fifteen meters long. With the head of the truck looking small, not comparable to the long tail. On the sides of the tronton tub it has been installed poles that have been patched since a week ago. On top of the tronton there are still some workers who pacing back and forth to fix the rope that I think is right. Hearing from the conversation of local residents, President Hosni Mubarak will be present in the transfer procession. He will be accompanied by Zahi Hawass, of course.

Since yesterday several officers have measured the volume of the statue. The tomb is still measured. Thousands of watts of lights are installed in the corners of the square. The body of the statue is marked with white chalk. Longitudinal. Crossing the chalk lines are arranged for a certain reason so that they are symmetrical with each other. However, the rope hanging on the head, shoulders, and chest of Ramesses II was arranged differently. I don't know what it means, but it is certain that they will secure carefully a stone that weighs a hundred tons more. It was only a piece of stone, but it was present from thousands of years ago today.

I then imagined when Ramses II, who I was looking at from a distance, could see the people who swarmed him. I imagine that the chest of the catugn suddenly beats from the inside, the sign of his heart begins to grow and his lips twitch without the knowledge of the bearers of the statue that night. As his eyes began to look around, he found himself surrounded by thousands of people in different clothes, and found himself surrounded by thousands of people in different clothes, with an atmosphere already surrounded by electric lighting, which at that time there were only the sun, moon, and stars, with mound forms made of stone, but not caves, not oases, with the shape of a mound made of stone, but as a pile of tall buildings, perhaps he would first ask where he was. And when he asks, of course not many know, whether it is a question because the language is not our language. The rest, confusion for the sake of confusion will not be answered by the people around, but only himself.

I am still sitting in the increasingly crowded park After choking on many times eating this bad ish bread, I want to find Kuka Kula first before continuing:

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HP #2 MSDP:

Who's Not Happy to Be Spoiled Like This

I actually didn't quite agree when he recited Coca Cola with Kuka Kula. The first is indeed an English spelling while the second is an Arabic spelling. I also know the Arabic letter no C century and the vowel o so inevitably the letter C becomes K and the vowel o becomes u. However, he did not write in Roman letters and that means being able to write correctly: Coca Cola.

Since long ago I have known that the Arab culture does not want to recognize other cultures, although he knows to have a lack of memorization, teyapi is not he a pure Jakarta” Born in Pondon Bamboo, Indonesia, East Jakarta, thirty-four years ago, with parents initialed EF and GH. Once married and never married three times, she ran away from a Pontianak girl twice, but got pregnant once. He took responsibility, and the girl eventually hanged herself.

I know all the secrets, because he used to write down Diary folders, then I subfolders, and then the Files were written in his own name That's how, I can know everything about him. Even so, I'm still a good phone, so I don't want to divulge all the secrets.

As soon as he pushed the SEND button, I was actually happy. He's a rude man. Stroke on the icon so fast, swung from a height. Nah! He just doesn't understand the meaning of tenderness. Even in her head it may never be imagined how to treat myself with feelings of affection.

Look, before he punched the SEND baseball, he used my body with a bang that made me want to scream. His fingers are like a rapist who can no longer stand because his tool has been twitched like a nail. His fingers were so skilled, like he already had his own eyes. The fingers already know where the alphabet of a, b, c, d lies and so on. Indeed, the abajad on your body has been installed qwerty model keyboard which means the same as manual typewriter equipment and computers. The button is still as it used to be, esc in the top left and enter in the bottom right Wake in the top right and Ctrl in the bottom left. Indeed, the weakness of the keyboard in my body is smaller than usual. About half of the split palms are stretched.

Thus, the letters on my body are smaller than ten words but feel soft at the fingertips of the owner. The button is like a sponge coated that will return to its original position when the fingertips release the pressure.

Although smaller, my accuracy is thousands of times compared to any traditional computer or laptop. For example, I always use red marks when he types Cairo. Look, when he types Coca Cola, he uses Arabic-style letters, but uses English-style ones. The English were Cairo, so Cairo was written. If he wants to be consistent, he should write Kahira, because the Arabic letters used are ka, ha, ra. It's fairer and I think more dail her poo mind. Not as chaotic as it is today. And look again, he did not write an echip like the English spelling of Egypt, but wrote with Egypt. From what word is that?

I'm just a cell phone, I can only guess. If not wrong it comes from Arabic letters, mim, shad, and ra. But how to chase it is not “mesir”, but “masr”. If he wants to be honest, then he wrote as follows: Kuka Kula, Kahira, and Masr. Not that I told the owner of my body, but I didn't know who to say to. I always put a red line under his writing, but never ignored. He even set the settings so that the red line below does not come out with the Indoensian spelling model. But, as more often I was irritated, I ended up issuing their marks as well. Let it.

Although he was a rude man, but he very carefully put my body. In check-in at Jakarta Airport, 2D door, near the entrance of the TKW, he put in the mobile phone checking box very carefully. Some people look at me, I know because I'm an expensive item. Equivalent to the price of a grand prix motor. As soon as he got out of the checking machine, he immediately grabbed him with his two hands before then he ran to the counter that read Cairo. Similarly, when he arrived in Mathor Kahira, he did not forget to watch very closely his newly purchased favorite goods in Glodok with his new lover.