“We are the Scientific Race,” Joseph said.
“I am Joseph; these are my people.” He gestured.
Foyle gazed at the grinning crowd surrounding his litter.
All faces were tattooed into devil masks; all brows had names blazoned across them.
Bester
Прыжки по граблям... очередная дискуссия
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-Давайте сделаем и померяем. Мы же вроде как исследовательская
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