Febsibena
“Which question?”
Febsubula
Fubsibewa
Fabsebiva
Febsubala
Fabsibuta
Fibsabama
Fobsebona
Fabsabewa
Fobsubawa
Fobsobata
Febsobema
Fabsaboma
Febsobela
Fabsubama
Fubsebuva
Febsebima
“What are they going to do next?”
He shook his head. His arm throbbed. There was no point to the attack except spite and the kind of violence that passed for meaning in the face of despair. If Murtry was behind it, all he’d care was that the Barbapiccola went down before the Israel. If it was the engineering militia, they’d done it to show that they hadn’t lost.
The reasons behind it didn’t matter.
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