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This is corporal senior airman smith. you will report to him from now on. he will oversee your training.” “yes ma’am” allen said to the admiral and turned around to salute to corporal smith. “recruit walker reporting for duty, sir.”
Arkansas (Wendell)
Only a few more hours until we get to fort smith. we just have to stay on this highway until we get there. i reach into the back seat and grab the bag of food that i bought back in tennessee.
Pokemon - TOTGM - After Story Special - 18
smith coaxed, holding his hand out toward their table.
Passing the Torch (Act1, Book2, Chapter19)
One of the mercenaries approached smith and said, "the jewelry store owner is telling the truth." smith looked up at his coworker. "explain." the mercenary glared at donovan, briefly, then cut his gaze back to smith.
Agendas
smith's troubled state of mind was plain even without telepathy. ayenni slipped past her, careful not to touch the dog, and closed the door quietly. "is everything alright, ms. smith?" her muzzle worked a few times.
Two Kings
"let your hammer strike true, my prince, and seal your place as king." said the smith, setting the metal to the emblem's flat side. without a word, alex stepped beside the anvil, across from the smith and steadied his hand.
The adventures of Lisa the vixen. Return to earth
A scientist tried to transport smith's badly burn body on board the ship, but some how smith's brain ended up in the vixen. the side effect of the disastrous transport is some of smith's muscle mass and eye color also ended up in the vixen.
Pokemon - Tale Of The Guardian Master - CH 81
smith warned, his finger against chris's chest before walking off. "whoo boy, he's going to be a tough one to cool down." rostron muttered. looking at the captain and smith's back, chris scratched his cheek nervously.
Icebound - Prologue
The bucket tilted as the door opened, drenching the smith from head to toe before falling to the ground at his feet. the smith just stood there a moment, water dripping off him before reaching up to wipe his face off.
Passing the Flame - a Wolfie Steel short story
smith.” “mr. steel,” mr. smith intones, shaking my proffered handpaw with his smaller, but surprisingly strong sapiens hand. “i take it things went according to plan tonight?” “smooth as silk,” i say.
Inflatabull
Coach untied my wrists and ankles from the smith machine, and picked the weights up off the floor. "it's almost time for opening, kiddo. you better bring me a lot of customers." he led me to the door by the weights attached to my ankles.
If you work at a Forge you have to make Fire
“you are the star smith.” she whispered like it was a secret. i snorted. i won’t tell them how i earned that name… you know… i made a star not far from the falling moon. i was working as a smith, then i made a star… star smith… easy isn’t it?