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"Das Goldene Herz" gibt es jetzt auf deutsch zu kaufen

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We’ve already rehearsed a few hunting techniques that we have used the other millions of times we’ve hunted. All of us start padding toward a heard of gazelle, detected oleh our smell and sight, about 2 miles away.
I drift to the front while Beck moves to my left and coklat kekuningan lebih behind to my right in a segi tiga, segitiga formation. Rockelle pads behind me as a backup while DJ takes up the rear. Demi is the youngest, so she’s stuck in the middle of our diamond-shaped formation of big, hungry cats.
All of us approach the herd with zipping speed and cleanly attack. I take down the leader’s mate, biting...
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I knew it was coming.
I’ve broken
the law
s o m a n y t i m e s.
It was inevitable.
I just wish I had
Mother,
Father,
and Violet
here to support me.
    
I can almost hear Mother’s
calm, smooth
voice, telling me It’ll be
alright.
    
I can almost feel Father's
h a n d o n m y a r m,
squeezing reassuringly.
    
I can almost smell Violet’s
homemade stroberi perfume
as she buries her head
into my neck.

A final good-bye.

I don’t like good-byes because

they seem too formal.
I’d rather settle for
just leaving
than facing the
people I love
and risk
bursting
out
in *t e a r s*

Anything but that.

I might die right
then
and
there.
CHAPTER 1


The only sound I could hear was the crackle of the api burning in the fireplace. I stared up at the purple Victorian canvas above my head. It is probably 5 in the morning, my eyes were so sore but I couldn't close them. I was very tired but I couldn't stop thinking about what happened after makan malam last night.
    It was around eight in the evening. My brother and I had just finished eating when out of the blue, Mr. Matinary stormed in demanding to talk to my brother at once. Mr. Matinary, a stocky man with dark hair who is a friend of my brothers he was holding...
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