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He stood, holding a curled up wrap in one hand, and the other brought to his mouth, signaling to Peter not to make a sound. As the girl approached he said softly: She embraced it. Don’t let it cry. That is her child. Potova hurriedly took the baby from the cook’s hand and squeezed it lightly on his chest. Her eyes were blurred because tears kept coming. The child’s warmth caused her to shiver. After saying that, Anecenxen grabs the blanket of Warsaw and the two leave the room. RACOON YOUR BUTT NAPKINS MY LADY POSTER CANVAS. Andecxene leads the Potovov to a wire ladder. While Potova dropped into the boat, he held the baby in his hand. After severing the lanyard, he quickly sat between the paddles and paddled cautiously, without making a gossip. The boat headed straight towards the mouth of the Ugam River. Andecxen reo very resolutely, seemingly very waterways. As the moon ajar behind thick clouds of clouds, the two saw their boat approaching a creek feeding through the sea.
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Andecxen steered his boat straight into a narrow stream without difficulty, hesitation. Potera was amazed, somehow Andecxen was so familiar. In fact, she did not know that the Swedish chef had been passing this way many times to buy local food. And it was that trip that prompted him to escape. Even though the moon was very full at the moment, the river water was still dark. Along the riverbank, trees are dense and black. The coastal trees like giant characters in the fairy let go of long muscular arms down to the boat. From time to time Potva sees a full moon. But before she could see the moon, the boat was once again slipping into the shade of the trees. The smell of damp soil, the smell of moss, the smell of rotting wood mixed with the faint scent of the tropical liana flowers all create a heavy, remote scent that makes people tired easily. The boat drifted in a maze. Going into the creek is not too far, on the water surface has begun to appear undulating crocodile noses. Even though Andecxen was very light on the paddle, those hungry divers still awoke, eagerly following the boat’s hull, occasionally sobbing hard at the oars. Once a couple of times, Potva also saw several pairs of hippos from the sand gurgling back to the riverbed.
The predatory birds were whining, roaring in the depths of the forest. Amid the menacing sounds of the jungle, Potova still sat on the side of the boat, hugging his baby to his chest. She has never been as happy as she is now. No matter where she was going, what was going to happen, she only knew that she was holding her baby in her arms. Unable to wait patiently for the clouds to clear, the moon brightened, she would occasionally keep her eyes on her baby, trying to pierce the darkness to recognize the lovely features on her child’s face. RACOON YOUR BUTT NAPKINS MY LADY POSTER CANVAS. The sky is reclining in the morning. Andecxen called a boat to shore. Right on the shore appeared a clearing. Looking far away in the dim moonlight, you can see undulating huts surrounded by thorns fence. The Swedish chef called out. After a while even though there was a small reply inside the village, Potơva still saw no one walking out from the fence. All the noise in the night seemed to frighten the villagers. After helping the mother and daughter ashore, Andecxen tied the boat to a thorny riverbank and covered the blanket, leading Potova to near the fence. A woman came out to welcome the two of them inside.
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It was the wife of the chieftain whom Alecxen paid to help him escape. The chieftain’s wife makes room for the two to sleep in his tent, but Andrew says that he likes to sleep outside. The woman did not force a word of silence to go back to bed. In a stammering, stammering English, Anecxen explains to Potovov that the aboriginal bed here is very humid and insect-rich, and then Aldecene spreads a blanket over a dry ground, leaning back to sleep. always. Struggling for a while, Potova also prepared a convenient place to lie down. She held the baby close to her lap and closed her eyes. Just a moment later, her breathing sounded steadily. There is no sleeping pill as effective as fatigue and exhaustion. It was already morning long when the morning was awakened by Potova. Around the place where she was located, a few Aboriginal people were gathered, looking at her curiously. Most of them are men. It is also understandable because of black tribes, women are less curious than men. Especially when they are now a white woman. With a motherly instinct, Peter hurriedly hugged the baby to the chest.
