Sometimes the good guys win. Luis Mateo Sanjuanes-Grid-Excel was the best field agent. Known criminal code memory, the formation of six co-official languages \u200b\u200band the internal rules with exceptions and variations. It was the fastest filling out forms and reports, the most seasoned glimpse when legal solutions and the most imaginative in resolving cases allegedly impossible. No wonder Grid Excel wake in longer than a day without bread a contradictory mixture of admiration and envy latent sovereign. 
discover that Excel grid had been seduced by the dark side represented a huge morale blow for drawing. Long felt that his faith in justice and truth are staggered, that his zeal for worship and legalistic police grew and corrupted a while, and that his deepest feelings toward the police more tender, beautiful and kind to Protect and Serve prisoners surfaced with dark foreboding and frightening evidence Thanatos.
regulatory pants that morning seemed shorter than ever. What the hell you looking at? and muffins Martinez was watching from his bench with a mixture of mock education and chuckle. It was hard to see what the hell you looking at? laughing, so longer than a day without bread is not resented the mockery of his uniform descuajeringado. Decided to pull down the belt below the navel and cover six centimeters and ankle. Long found it was much more comfortable to wear and pants, for his coat much money box to teach limits. When he left the locker room the two officers watched the court
nascent Asomante buttocks and burst of spontaneous joy. Long became challenging and muffins are scared, but what the hell you looking at? changed by a grimly hilarious and challenging much more in keeping with his nickname. It was not uncommon to see Long as aggressive and unfriendly, but the pulse continued for countless seconds. Soon there was a huddle of mud-hungry cops: Go Brown, Geriatriz, Cap Torcida, Carapan with Sesame Mogolluna Feet, meringue, but tempered and Trends Espeso.
The thing did not happen to adults.
Jack of Spades and Send More Gordo but the King cut the expected brawl with the briefing of the 8. The leaders spoke only in normal cases of eleven years botelloneros Tuesday afternoon and subtractions of evil housewives in Chinese, but finished off the morning with a scoop as unexpected as indigestible: Excel Grid to Protect and Serve returned from Central. The fellow stood up and applauded its passage to the staff in its path. It is not that good a guy to fall especially meticulous and legalistic as Excel, but liked to hold any crap and covered historic event. Grid waved briefly, said six words and empty studied and sat in the front row to hear the rest of the speech of Gordo. Pan-Free Day was staring at the nape of Excel grid. I could not see his face, but felt he laughed wickedly. Long will fit
When the baton and handcuffs in his belt as the last step of pre-round ritual, peered into the Excel desktop a black and white photo of Handsome with Win. He stood in front of the office and agent perfectionist forces crossed in an intense dialogue.
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not you away with it, "the tall.
"Do not know what you're talking," the grid.
"You know very well. "Long looked Beautiful flirty expression with Ganas, the agent mistakenly presumed stabbed Marlon film. I did not know if his death had been engineered by Excel or simply taking advantage of the situation to embarrass you further. "I know that you are the dark malechores in the shade.
- "The malechores dark shadow '," scoffed Luis Mateo Sanjuanes. You should hear, Largo, you're cursilizando since you assigned to Elf.
Excel Day lunged and grabbed him strongly of his shirt with such force that the police badge stuck in her fingers to draw blood. The gaze was lost in despair and fear of losing his angel, and all knew their enemy. Long began his threat but could never finish.
"As I pass something almond eyes ...
-Largo Over here, "shouted Jack of Spades. I remind you that Excel is your superior. File will be opened for this. To see if put in a powder once the turkey and you need it.
Pan Free Day swallowed humiliation, hatred and anger to drown three times. His face was born to suffocate in frustration as I struggled to capture several follies control their movements. Wanted to take the baton and shove it in your mouth to Jack of Spades, which meant the arrest of six to twelve months and expulsion from the body for life, also wanted to take out my 38 and empty the clip in the Grid rimmed glasses, which involved in twelve to twenty-five years in prison, and finally, it occurred to catch Jack, what the hell you looking at? and Excel and sent to the jungles of Colombia to the FARC uniform to do the job beefy and enjoy it, for the latter there was no legislated, but it was quite impossible.
Elf Almond Eyes solved the mystery grabbing the arm length, with gentle firmness, and kidnapping of her own temporary insanity. Four blocks down his faithful companion would appreciate it, but for now impotence is wearing all his impulses. Before he left he could see the sparkle in the eyes of Excel. Without saying anything, I was confessing he was wrong and that he had two or three steps ahead.
discover that Excel grid had been seduced by the dark side represented a huge morale blow for drawing. Long felt that his faith in justice and truth are staggered, that his zeal for worship and legalistic police grew and corrupted a while, and that his deepest feelings toward the police more tender, beautiful and kind to Protect and Serve prisoners surfaced with dark foreboding and frightening evidence Thanatos. regulatory pants that morning seemed shorter than ever. What the hell you looking at? and muffins Martinez was watching from his bench with a mixture of mock education and chuckle. It was hard to see what the hell you looking at? laughing, so longer than a day without bread is not resented the mockery of his uniform descuajeringado. Decided to pull down the belt below the navel and cover six centimeters and ankle. Long found it was much more comfortable to wear and pants, for his coat much money box to teach limits. When he left the locker room the two officers watched the court
nascent Asomante buttocks and burst of spontaneous joy. Long became challenging and muffins are scared, but what the hell you looking at? changed by a grimly hilarious and challenging much more in keeping with his nickname. It was not uncommon to see Long as aggressive and unfriendly, but the pulse continued for countless seconds. Soon there was a huddle of mud-hungry cops: Go Brown, Geriatriz, Cap Torcida, Carapan with Sesame Mogolluna Feet, meringue, but tempered and Trends Espeso. The thing did not happen to adults.
Jack of Spades and Send More Gordo but the King cut the expected brawl with the briefing of the 8. The leaders spoke only in normal cases of eleven years botelloneros Tuesday afternoon and subtractions of evil housewives in Chinese, but finished off the morning with a scoop as unexpected as indigestible: Excel Grid to Protect and Serve returned from Central. The fellow stood up and applauded its passage to the staff in its path. It is not that good a guy to fall especially meticulous and legalistic as Excel, but liked to hold any crap and covered historic event. Grid waved briefly, said six words and empty studied and sat in the front row to hear the rest of the speech of Gordo. Pan-Free Day was staring at the nape of Excel grid. I could not see his face, but felt he laughed wickedly. Long will fit When the baton and handcuffs in his belt as the last step of pre-round ritual, peered into the Excel desktop a black and white photo of Handsome with Win. He stood in front of the office and agent perfectionist forces crossed in an intense dialogue.
-
not you away with it, "the tall. "Do not know what you're talking," the grid.
"You know very well. "Long looked Beautiful flirty expression with Ganas, the agent mistakenly presumed stabbed Marlon film. I did not know if his death had been engineered by Excel or simply taking advantage of the situation to embarrass you further. "I know that you are the dark malechores in the shade.
- "The malechores dark shadow '," scoffed Luis Mateo Sanjuanes. You should hear, Largo, you're cursilizando since you assigned to Elf.
Excel Day lunged and grabbed him strongly of his shirt with such force that the police badge stuck in her fingers to draw blood. The gaze was lost in despair and fear of losing his angel, and all knew their enemy. Long began his threat but could never finish. "As I pass something almond eyes ...
-Largo Over here, "shouted Jack of Spades. I remind you that Excel is your superior. File will be opened for this. To see if put in a powder once the turkey and you need it.
Pan Free Day swallowed humiliation, hatred and anger to drown three times. His face was born to suffocate in frustration as I struggled to capture several follies control their movements. Wanted to take the baton and shove it in your mouth to Jack of Spades, which meant the arrest of six to twelve months and expulsion from the body for life, also wanted to take out my 38 and empty the clip in the Grid rimmed glasses, which involved in twelve to twenty-five years in prison, and finally, it occurred to catch Jack, what the hell you looking at? and Excel and sent to the jungles of Colombia to the FARC uniform to do the job beefy and enjoy it, for the latter there was no legislated, but it was quite impossible. 
Elf Almond Eyes solved the mystery grabbing the arm length, with gentle firmness, and kidnapping of her own temporary insanity. Four blocks down his faithful companion would appreciate it, but for now impotence is wearing all his impulses. Before he left he could see the sparkle in the eyes of Excel. Without saying anything, I was confessing he was wrong and that he had two or three steps ahead.
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