Граф Орлов
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Holy randomness, you even managed to have a gray-text exchange in a peaceful location.
On the way to the salon, Alessia couldn't help but giggle – the baldric brotherhood first marched in formation to a newspaper, with Anselm leading them like a mother hen, and when they, almost climbing over each other in an attempt to look over each other's shoulders, finally finished tormenting the poor newspaper vendor, they moved to the hotel in the same crowd. Clowns. Now the whole city knows – the villagers have arrived...
On the way to the salon, Alessia couldn't help but giggle – the baldric brotherhood first marched in formation to a newspaper, with Anselm leading them like a mother hen, and when they, almost climbing over each other in an attempt to look over each other's shoulders, finally finished tormenting the poor newspaper vendor, they moved to the hotel in the same crowd. Clowns. Now the whole city knows – the villagers have arrived...
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers