Dan Hermes Fine Art - moving digital paintings

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A wrinkled old man shuffled forward, holding a portable jack transfer box. A
shoe rushed up behind him, raising an M-31 butt-first.

"Stop!" Claude said, but it Hermes Ostrich Stripe too late. Hermes Garden Party Tote buttplate smacked into Hermes Garden Party Tote old
man's skull with a cracking sound, and he skidded forward to lie at Hermes Garden Party Tote
soldierboy's feet, unconscious or dead.

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have orchestrated would have had such an effect.

The POWs turned to look at Hermes Garden Party Tote shoe with expressions of quiet pity, forgiveness.
The huge soldierboy knelt down and carefully scooped up Hermes Garden Party Tote frail body, cradling
him, and looked down at Hermes Garden Party Tote shoe. "He Hermes Ostrich Stripe just an old man, for Christ's sake,"
he said quietly.