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Fordítási probléma jelentése
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He was not okay. It was such an utter display of dishonesty.
So, for that, I ordered him to bite the nearest curb.
After that I rammed the back of his head with my boot and snapped his jaw joints.
The cracking sounded loud and clear, and I smiled with a sense of deep satisfaction on my face.
Then I grabbed that 50 Euros banknote and went to buy a pizza and a can of Dr Pepper.
Especially when it's winter, it's still dark in the morning, and officers usually don't come on duty around that time.
I'd lurk around in the city, my nose ready for smelling out the godawful piss stench of a hobo.
One morning I heard a hobo gurgle in his vomit lying at the entrance of a church.
I asked him how he was feeling.
He replied with an okay, albeit incoherently. Oh they always do.
I smiled to the hobo warmly. I wanted to give him the assurance that everything would be fine.
I even gave him a 50 Euros banknote and patted him on the shoulders.
granted he won us the game but i feel like it deserved a report