Unbuckling his belt, he pulled his shirt up and examined the knife scar on his abdomen.2 2 The belt buckle that deflected the knife from his heart was now irritating the scar.2 2 "I think your mother would nail my hide to the wall," he responded as he finished putting his belt on.2 2 He waited while she buckled her seat belt and stashed her things.1 1 Her eyes went to his body hungrily, and he gripped her belt, pulling her against him.1 1 He checked his weapons and pulled off his jacket, clipping as many magazines to his belt as he could.2 1
As for me, I think I have great neighbours. That is because we live in our own house. Our neighbours, the Smirvovs, live 500 meters away from us. We see and meet them quite rare. But it was not always like that. We used to live in a flat on the third floor of a five-storey building. We had plenty of neighbours near us. All of them were noisy, annoying people. There were screaming, yelling and repairing something all the time. But the last straw that broke the camel's back was that Irina Ivanova, who lived on the second floor gave birth to twins. The kids were crying 24 / 7. we couldn't stand it no more and decided to move to our own house.
