“Which wire? Red or blue?”
The transmitter inside the armored van gushed with the frantic breathing of the explosive ordnance disposal specialist.
“Oh, there isn’t a green one?”
“Which wire? Red or blue?”
The transmitter inside the armored van gushed with the frantic breathing of the explosive ordnance disposal specialist.
But always needing to run.
He knew that Juárez was not safe.
El Paso was just a stone’s throw away.
Who doesn’t love strawberry milk?
“This dairy farm goes through a lot of field hands,” Hank observed.
A supernatural nightmare for any parent.
A sea of blue, green, red, and yellow spheres.
That’s all he found.
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The mine shaft erupted in flames.
“Well, you found me,” Satan said pushing a drill out of the way. “Now, which way to the surface?”
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The poison was colorless, but there was a foul aroma.
Mrs. Claus wasn’t pleased.
She had one night of privacy to get this right.
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She keeps her favorite possessions in the crawl space above her closet.
That’s likely where you’ll find her ex-husband.