Happy Life
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— Come on, carry it, — his partner replied, holding the deceased by the lower part of the torso. Apparently, not all of yesterday’s dogs were killed, and one of them still managed to reach Morning and feast on its insides. In a similar way, a Hellkite major from Angermünde died, but unlike the major, they were going to throw Morning into a freshly dug grave, like an unnamed peasant, even though he deserved more.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
