Once upon a time, this morning, the young age 80 handsome looks unattractive. March date than cloud, but do not know the name on a white horse black close tightly. In the junkyard dull airy let him go back, run scratched around until chaotically drifting1, perched on the tree 2 early, he took a knife shot, bang bang, just one shot hit the bone but not through the skin. The bird that was killed instantly and can fly. Fighting!!!...
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