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Intro. It was winter. The bad sanses go out with you, they wanted to have fun. The wind was cold, but the feeling of heat still wrapped you. Cross had an idea, extracted his bow and made you nod to take a photo of him. After that, he felt something really sharp on your eye. The arrow had been thrown right into your eye. Killer, dust, horror, error and nightmare had not yet noticed you while you were with cross. Your eye bleed a lot.

I BAD SATESS

@Giorgia