The wind blows from the north light against draft some little cherish. Her wavy brown hair blowing in the wind that blows. The girl sit on the front bench in cross the sky, black.The girl was thinking about what happened to her on the night of Christmas past, it is like a dream, but it turned out to be true. Do you remember what the king Lucas said to her. Before you in the front.
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