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didn't finish the buckwheat, because I need to save some for lunch

P.S. I'm not a cannibal, it's buckwheat, not a girl named Greta!:smile43:

Ate everything, want more :smile08:

what didn't you finish eating today?

A cucumber, noodles, a cup of tea, and a slice of roll.

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Vissy, I only posted this because of you.

a piece of elephant and cucumber.

Okay, since you've figured it out, I'll write something.

It's going to be a long story.

that’s exactly what he wrote.

Okay, since it's out in the open, I'll write something.

It's like that story he wanted to tell: :smile04:

halva and a blueberry pastry.

it's like that story he wanted to tell

And this is it: :smile04: :smile36:

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Vistrichka, and I was watching her! x)

nevermind, I'll write it tomorrow) :smile43:

Never mind, I'll write it tomorrow.

Half a year later, that's what I understood.

Vistritchka! Write about Heroes of Might and Magic V! P.S. Didn't finish eating something.

The weather was gloomy, the north wind blew, though not too strongly yet, and snow only fell from the cold mountains. The gray sky occasionally spat out drops of nasty rain. The slush underfoot didn't have time to turn into a layer of ice. Autumn was coming to an end. But where the traveler's road lay, it was always late autumn, and winter was colder than anywhere else. Birds cautiously avoided those places, and at night even the fiercest beasts hid in their lairs. He walked slowly along the steep road among the cold rock fragments, stepping over frozen fallen trees and avoiding the nasty puddles. This road was as familiar to him as to no one else. The woolen cloak fluttered slightly in the wind, as did the feathers of a full quiver of sharp arrows. When the wind picked up, the traveler grabbed the hood that was about to fly off, as if he was afraid that someone would recognize him in this desolate place. The traveler stopped near a slope, and a path leading down to a valley overgrown with tall trees and covered with a thin layer of snow stretched below. The only sound in these places was the howling of the wind. It seemed that he was looking for someone on that strange path, but he was afraid to find the one he was looking for. A gust of wind blew, and the hood flew off his head. Snow-white hair was scattered in disarray, and strange white ears were freed from the captivity of warm fabric. Then he raised his bow and, without aiming, shot an arrow into the distance. It stuck into the top of the tallest tree at the foot of the slope. The twenty-sixth one. Shaking his head, the traveler pulled the hood back on, hid the bow behind his back, and continued along the path to the small town of Highflood. Evening Highflood was extremely lively; instead of warming themselves at home by the fireplace, people came out into the streets and entertained themselves in every possible way. The traveler had long been used to this, but it couldn't be said that he liked it. As always, he tried to stay in the shadows and walk as quickly as possible. Fatigue was taking its toll, and all he needed now was sleep, for a reasonable price. Slipping past a dozen streets, he reached the cheapest inns. He spotted a huge three-story building.

The sign read: "Haven of Debauchery"

Moreover, this name was crossed out and rewritten several times, and someone else had crookedly added "holy" next to it. "Holy Haven of Debauchery" The traveler thought that he couldn't find a better place to spend the night, because it exuded such warmth...