STORIEMOSTER - Episode 1 Dellie's Things
ABANDONED Mazda B1600, prancing onseremonieel about piece of corrugated road. Deon Strydom, is befoeterd. Some people are cut out only once to struggle. Nothing is straightforward. barbara latimer
He got out at the dusty operative barbara latimer building. He is average height. So nine vyfvoet, in the old language. A sturdy man. The magic team tightly against the faded blue T-shirt, barbara latimer and he walks through the glass door in a hurry.
It's not nonsense that Uncle Martiens He was short of breath. He continued: 'That bunch new sesduim pipe, which I bought the day at Uncle, hey, the damn client stood now the route of the pipe and change, now I'm as twelve meters short. Uncle stock?
Deon raised with religion. Therefore he cursed only subdued and binnesmonds. As he discouraged to resign, his eye fell on a small neat vragmotorjie, barbara latimer some Korean, parked on the road. Behind ..... the pipe exactly what he needs. Now do only a single length, and it is fairly old, but fuck it, for he buried well below ground. He walks turned aside.
The vendusiegronde teeming with potential buyers. They feel, and barrel, and measure and bicker. For each item, a group of people busy telling. barbara latimer Besides the massive camp old lie mynpype, here there is not a soul in sight. barbara latimer A neat brunette young man, sitting on a opvoustoeltjie, and tried in vain in the stiff breeze, barbara latimer through a newspaper.
Jissie uncle, behold how the shit here. Take but just a piece uncle. Stuff lying here for months he continued his battle with the newspaper. Deon step great camp. As far as he could see, lay the pipes. Certainly stacked almost two meters high in places. Various thicknesses. He scratched around, get two lengths of six inches, pointing a halfhearted thanks in the boy's direction, he fort.
It is dusk, when Deon pack up. He threw the remaining half meters barbara latimer mynpyp hard hand on the back of the truck, and began to collect his tools. It is now certainly wragtag not the professioneelste job, but who knows?
Way home, he drove to the liquor store in Fochville, and buy a bottle Klippies. At home, he pulled the bowl of his homemade awning, kicking the whining bastard collie a beautiful belly, as his springing against him. He put the liquor barbara latimer in the house, and includes the mankoliekerige he sinks garage by oop.Versigtig pack all the tools in the dark geboutjie.Net as he wants tight, he saw the mess on the back of his pickup.
He shuddered. If his dumb client at least need to know what kind of shit all his pipes, he gets a chance. He threw the piece of pipe just the longish grass next to the garage. This fall noisy between a bunch of other junk, there lies hidden. He ran just the rusty residue from the bowl with his hand, and five minutes later his hands ..... he froze.
Deon Strydom come from a yard long family of miners. Done himself his aambag by mine. For almost four years he had warm belly of mother earth sink in the dark, to settle his debt. He shuddered as he thought back. He is not a fucking miner. He struggled his ass off his besigheidjie, but he lives. Just sometimes. Strydom Irrigation and Plumbing is not a bloody empire, and the plural in the latter part of his company name is enthusiastic at the best of times, but he works for himself. Only, as he like. One thing has remained with him from his mining career ........ Deon Strydom know gold dust as he sees it. This coating on his hand, fairydust, it's guaranteed.
He looks at the piece of pipe diligently in the long grass, and when he gets it, he carried it carefully into the garage. He pulls a string, and the single overhead bulb cast a disconsolate spot on the rough cement floor.
He took a long screwdriver from the toolbox, and he scratched barbara latimer diligently precipitation barbara latimer in the pipe. He rush himself back home, throwing a quick, solid shell, and then he fumbled under the confused gangkas, and he gets the old radio speaker. On his way out he grabbed barbara latimer the bottle off the table, and took a deep draft. He makes the mess that came out of the pipe fine with a half baksteen.Hy move the magnet of the speaker of the fine pile of dust. Rust, and pieces of material that adheres to it, intervene immediately to the magnet. Ten minutes later, he was a pale pile of dust. A Vaal pile fabric with a clear golden hue.
He feverish work on the piece of pipe that evening. He had a blow torch, the substance is heated, and he was relatively sure the pipe is cast iron. The melting of the two materials are completely different. If he is careful, and worked with small amounts, he got the iron and gold divorced. Ten o'clock that night, sitting of, Deon Strydom with a small Nobby four and twenty carat pure gold.
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ABANDONED Mazda B1600, prancing onseremonieel about piece of corrugated road. Deon Strydom, is befoeterd. Some people are cut out only once to struggle. Nothing is straightforward. barbara latimer
He got out at the dusty operative barbara latimer building. He is average height. So nine vyfvoet, in the old language. A sturdy man. The magic team tightly against the faded blue T-shirt, barbara latimer and he walks through the glass door in a hurry.
It's not nonsense that Uncle Martiens He was short of breath. He continued: 'That bunch new sesduim pipe, which I bought the day at Uncle, hey, the damn client stood now the route of the pipe and change, now I'm as twelve meters short. Uncle stock?
Deon raised with religion. Therefore he cursed only subdued and binnesmonds. As he discouraged to resign, his eye fell on a small neat vragmotorjie, barbara latimer some Korean, parked on the road. Behind ..... the pipe exactly what he needs. Now do only a single length, and it is fairly old, but fuck it, for he buried well below ground. He walks turned aside.
The vendusiegronde teeming with potential buyers. They feel, and barrel, and measure and bicker. For each item, a group of people busy telling. barbara latimer Besides the massive camp old lie mynpype, here there is not a soul in sight. barbara latimer A neat brunette young man, sitting on a opvoustoeltjie, and tried in vain in the stiff breeze, barbara latimer through a newspaper.
Jissie uncle, behold how the shit here. Take but just a piece uncle. Stuff lying here for months he continued his battle with the newspaper. Deon step great camp. As far as he could see, lay the pipes. Certainly stacked almost two meters high in places. Various thicknesses. He scratched around, get two lengths of six inches, pointing a halfhearted thanks in the boy's direction, he fort.
It is dusk, when Deon pack up. He threw the remaining half meters barbara latimer mynpyp hard hand on the back of the truck, and began to collect his tools. It is now certainly wragtag not the professioneelste job, but who knows?
Way home, he drove to the liquor store in Fochville, and buy a bottle Klippies. At home, he pulled the bowl of his homemade awning, kicking the whining bastard collie a beautiful belly, as his springing against him. He put the liquor barbara latimer in the house, and includes the mankoliekerige he sinks garage by oop.Versigtig pack all the tools in the dark geboutjie.Net as he wants tight, he saw the mess on the back of his pickup.
He shuddered. If his dumb client at least need to know what kind of shit all his pipes, he gets a chance. He threw the piece of pipe just the longish grass next to the garage. This fall noisy between a bunch of other junk, there lies hidden. He ran just the rusty residue from the bowl with his hand, and five minutes later his hands ..... he froze.
Deon Strydom come from a yard long family of miners. Done himself his aambag by mine. For almost four years he had warm belly of mother earth sink in the dark, to settle his debt. He shuddered as he thought back. He is not a fucking miner. He struggled his ass off his besigheidjie, but he lives. Just sometimes. Strydom Irrigation and Plumbing is not a bloody empire, and the plural in the latter part of his company name is enthusiastic at the best of times, but he works for himself. Only, as he like. One thing has remained with him from his mining career ........ Deon Strydom know gold dust as he sees it. This coating on his hand, fairydust, it's guaranteed.
He looks at the piece of pipe diligently in the long grass, and when he gets it, he carried it carefully into the garage. He pulls a string, and the single overhead bulb cast a disconsolate spot on the rough cement floor.
He took a long screwdriver from the toolbox, and he scratched barbara latimer diligently precipitation barbara latimer in the pipe. He rush himself back home, throwing a quick, solid shell, and then he fumbled under the confused gangkas, and he gets the old radio speaker. On his way out he grabbed barbara latimer the bottle off the table, and took a deep draft. He makes the mess that came out of the pipe fine with a half baksteen.Hy move the magnet of the speaker of the fine pile of dust. Rust, and pieces of material that adheres to it, intervene immediately to the magnet. Ten minutes later, he was a pale pile of dust. A Vaal pile fabric with a clear golden hue.
He feverish work on the piece of pipe that evening. He had a blow torch, the substance is heated, and he was relatively sure the pipe is cast iron. The melting of the two materials are completely different. If he is careful, and worked with small amounts, he got the iron and gold divorced. Ten o'clock that night, sitting of, Deon Strydom with a small Nobby four and twenty carat pure gold.
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