The khao! You stood beside the storyline but khao, he returned his shadow is not visible in the mirror! My hands shake violently, making razor blades, blood drips onto the meat, trauma slowly flow down the face slowly. You stare at the khao thirst. Your nails down to Peck at khao on the shoulders of Jonathan. The projected ferocity in a pair of eyes that makes them fear almost the end of consciousness. The same rhythm, sliding his hand to touch the exposed cross dangling on the neck, then his face Jonathan sale changed.
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