Seventeen-year-old Abby Craig died last year. But after breaking through the ice on a frozen mountain lake and having no vital signs for nearly an hour, she somehow came back to life. But she didn't come back the same. Abby canโt see colors, remember what happened, and her friends all hate her. Oh,
Otrok 44
โ Scribed by Tom Rob Smith
- Publisher
- knjiga
- Tongue
- Slovenian
- Weight
- 271 KB
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN
- 9610120121
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โฆ Synopsis
Lev Demidov je preiskovalec Sluลพbe drลพavne varnosti. V sluลพbi dobro napreduje, saj resniฤno verjame v stalinistiฤni sistem in njegove vrednote...
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