Fech-close-mouthed lhe sentou cinco mil anos e nunca deixou para fora de um sussurro. Procisso veio perto, os marchers, pedi-lo a perguntas respondeu com olhos cinzentos nunca que pisca, fecham os bordos nunca que falam. No um croak de qualquer coisa que voc sabe veio de seu gato crouch das idades. Eu sou um daqueles que sabem que tudo que voc sabe e eu mantenho minhas perguntas: Eu sei as respostas que voc prende.
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