Guam's Month (God's Mouth)

I squeeze and hold my breath as I breathe in God's mouth. I noticed that the Great Wolf is ready to stop three innocent ninety pigs as they quickly strengthen their mobile homes. I smiled at the thought and then turned my head to meet Margaret. She was two feet below the open gate to the cave, holding a moving king's stick close to her chest. "Short!" I cried to her. I returned to the cave, still smiling. An old, inaccurate sign outside Iran reads "Cave of God's Mouth: Keep It Out!" 
Margaret finally reached the front door and grabbed my chair, almost doubling and exhaling. I looked here and laughed. "Check it out!" I said, "I opened God's mouth. Where do you think Jesus is?" I made it for me. Margaret was not so happy.
"Give me a bottle of water," he said in frustration. The open bottle will hold her lips, and for a moment I feel a kind of peace as I drink her water. I honestly will back it up. A 'peaceful' idea, I mean. Putting my finger on or naming it was kind of a feeling, but I could divine irate for a 'y' stuff. Content is one of the words that appears when a natural, human word fails. Again, very vague, but for one hero it felt like to experience a strange, mixed type of happiness.
I hung up and turned on my flashlight. I pointed him to the cave. Black. The face of God was like the antichrist of the Holy Spirit. I turned to Margaret. "Are you ready?" I asked. She was also finally standing upright. He heard. I tied a friendly hand to his back and we went into God’s mouth.
I was no different from the inside looking from the view and the light from my flashlight. Black, sad, and non-stop black. It was going on without interruption, no matter how I replaced my flashlight. The rocky ground was wet and inspiring. Last Margaret Margaret and I are slowly added as we make our way to Urdu and Urdu. I'd be surprised how soft and calm the world is around me now, despite the accuracy of stalactites, stalagmites and rockin' various rocks. It seemed to guide God even in the middle of the dentist, I could sleep there and rest there forever. It was comfortable.
Apparently Margaret was not happy. He voluntarily fell under me. I rolled my eyes. "Do you need a coat? I asked. I tried to look at it and try to make the non-verbal communication as clear as possible until I realized we were lost in the mouth. I turned on my chips and waited, but that was the answer. We walked quietly for a while. It's standing and it's standing. I stopped too.
"Why are we here?" she said. She became polite. I was chewing to make myself happier than she was - and my light was shining under my face. Laminated reflections hid half of my face, the other half illuminated in a bad mask. "Tube!" I yelled, laughing. She will not move.
I was stunned. "I thought you wanted to go," I said. I saw how my voice reacted against the cave walls anyway. "I mean," I began to itch. My chin again, "You said you're going to check out nature for our vacation. And a few years ago when I told you about visiting the Mammoth Caves you got a great idea." The sound stopped, I could. I was still feeling humble.
"No," he said. I get up. "No, you want to go here. I wanna go to the beach. But no, caveat. Cave, Nathan!" She seemed like a big bug. "Y. I really don't want to be in it. Don't get me wrong, I like traveling on nature and going to nature and airing it and new things, but here? I said, shaking hands and moving movements in a lot of air." This is cave air, not fresh air. This air is practically fenced! Vic, this is not illegal? Can we go?"
We were both there again. R heard The sound heard was low in electric and humid air. Finally, I started moving. I didn’t hear Margate coming after me, but I kept moving. So, "Nathan," he said, "Wait. Please wait." So I hung up.
"I'm sorry," he said. I can hear it coming to me. "I'm tired and it's not my habit to go racing and climb clim and that and stuff like that. I'm just tired."
"That's fine," I said. He grabbed my hand. "off course. That's okay “I shook my ear.” The way out? I don't remember I think Margaret is having a break. None of us remember. Somehow, in dogma of our argument, I forget how we were doing. Strongly, I thought to myself, with a rope or something, from the cave door. I wanted to take action, so without much thought, I turned 180 degrees and said, "This way."
We walked for the same hours. My legs were tired and tired, so I could sing Margaret's feet. He held my hand tightly. I feel terrible this was my mistake.
So I went. "Here. This was it," I said, "stretch out your hand. Fear this stone. I can press Margaret's open palm against the stone." This isn't it, like... on half hot? I said. He said nothing. I started working my way up, feeling the way I did, flashing my flashlight. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my head as the tip of God’s mouth found my alphabet.
"Oops! Eds c!" I cried.
"Oh, Nathan, are you right?" Margaret had. She was almost worried now.
"I'm fine," I said. "Look, take it easy. We'll get out there soon, I promise."
I started to look at the top of my flashlight at the top to see me. It was like Lee was getting tight. It was strange "Oh, Margaret, baby," I said through cleansed teeth, "I think we need to turn." Margaret was shocked by my shocked rasp.
Again, we went for a reasonably long walk. I pointed at my flashlight this time. Certainly, the place in the cave today is smaller and smaller. If the light echoing in God’s mouth shines through my electric light, I am sure the white Margaret can see my eyes away. We were completely lost.
I shook hands with Margaret and felt a fever. "No, Nathan!" I heard her cry. I was not kept. We had to find out. If we lose, no one will see us.
I kept watching until I was suddenly on the edge. "Crazy," I said aloud. "Margaret, this is like a dead end. I was resting on my feet. "Meredith?" No answer C.
I started repeating my actions, so as I was running I noticed the wall running on my fingertip. Cold, soft rock and round airs et al. Suddenly, I find myself in a corner around here. "Unusual habits," I cried. "Meredith!" I just kept coming up with a name. In the corner of the cave where I had already failed so many Yaris, I heard a noise. It looked like a static of rail from the television. I pressed my ear against the stone. It looked like it was getting hot right now. I heard Marg and Margaret's narrow voice on the rock side. She was crying.
"No, no," I said. "No no no no no." I started running hard in my back wall. With the break of the day came a wave of great fear. There was no admission. Leave there was no exit. Just those four sides and me.
I felt the blood start to rise so I could pass my body through the cave walls. They were shutting me down. They were coming to kill me, and soon they were hanging my skull and crushing my ribs.
I've been there for hours and hours, waiting to die. My electric light was small and weak today. Finally, I can feel the light touch of those rocky walls pushing against my back. I started crying when I fell to the ground. I'm going to stone my flashlight today on rocky hills. As I quieted down, tears streaming down my face while streaming this stream, I turned and looked at the flashlight. The last ray of light indicates something far away from my face. I sat in the dark. My eyes widened and I could feel tears streaming down my face. The stone was now drilling into my skin and blood flowing through the air.
There, in the last light of my flashlight, was an instigator. The focus was on the nails painted with that color, and I was crying while I chewed God's mouth in his mouth.
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