la peintre

Je ne savais pas combien d'heures s'étaient écoulées depuis mon arrivée, ils m'avaient aussi retiré ma montre et je ne pouvais pas savoir s'il faisait jour ou nuit : la vitre en plastique ne laissait rien paraître.

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Les Kidnappeurs d'equestria

Elle continua de regarder la figurine de plastique, une ombre se dessina sur la vitrine dinky se retourna un poney avec un capuchon noir lui sourie.

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Les Kidnappeurs d'equestria

Elle continua de regarder la figurine de plastique, une ombre se dessina sur la vitrine dinky se retourna un poney avec un capuchon noir lui sourie.

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Chasing the Devil

A .44 magnum revolver, a hooded trench coat probably filled to the brim with concussion grenades, various types of ammo and a few pounds of plastique."             "how do you know all that?" vinge asked.            

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Not So Retired Any More XII

The stag smirked as he set remote detonators, innocuous little black plastic squares, by jamming their spiked bottoms into the plastique.

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Histoire 2 : Une journée « bien rempli » chez Manu

Dans son tiroir à sextoys, il attrape ensuite un appareil, une sorte de très gros pistolet à mastic, avec un piston qui pousse dans une grosse cartouche en plastique...

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Moon Shadow Issue #2 Weaver Alone

He eats plastique as his four square!" "what do you say we put him on a diet?" moon shadow says with a smirk. "wait a sec," wendy postulates, "are you suggesting we steal some of holocaust's food and blow something up?"

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The Grass Is Always Greener

Sydney took out her wad of plastique and slapped it onto her shoulder for easy access. "ready to go when you are." "is that safe? doesn't...?" adrian gave carbon a comforting pat on his back.

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Torpedo Run Chapter 9

He slammed the plastique under the gun's twin barrels, and was already feeling the vibration of the weapon loading new ammunition into its chamber when he hit the clock's little red alarm button and threw himself off the vehicle, landing with a crunch

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Eve of Destruction

Primachenko, we have plastique back at the base camp, right?" johansen responded before the lieutenant could. "sir, i have to say that's a rather poor idea." i nodded. "she's right--blowing that door up could be very dangerous..."

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In The Doghouse: Chapter Seventeen

plastique, det-cord, the whole she-bang." "good. i'll let you know when it's time. be on standby, i'll contact you."

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