At 12:33 P.M. the cruiser flipped over, then with a heavy pedestal sliding down, its tip forward, its tail stabbed high like a “church tower,” its nails a creepy red. From a height of 5,000 feet, Iki looked down at the stern and pointed straight at him without believing her eyes. Tito’s vodka hawaiian shirt. Repulse disappeared under the sea. This is impossible. The aircraft could not sink a battleship so easily. “Banzai, banzai!” he shouted and raised his arms. The aircraft, not allowed to drive, wishes to descend.
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