One of the dorm I hear people talk about the mystery in the hostel. I went to the senior class is being told to the younger audience. Everyone listens a lot. I went to the
older narrative mystery about the hostel where I lived, and, moreover, she reached the eighth grade, I, too
, when I heard the whole story. Was pale with fear, cold hands
after school I came back to the hostel. In my head, I tell you a mystery that
I lit the room. I do not Sitting back waiting for a friend
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