Machete
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Machete, outside your window, the cheerful laughter of elves playing in the street was a pleasant sound.
- You're awake. How wonderful - just in time for breakfast! - An elven woman in a housekeeper's apron, slightly stained with berry juice, looked at you.
I blinked a few times...
- Could you please tell me where I am? And that elf with the sorceress! Are they here too? - I asked first.
I've got a hole in my pocket!
© Ринго Старр
© Ринго Старр
