I had a wide wooden spine to absorb the burden of the boat, but it was all I could do not to fall apart. I opened my eyes, thinking about what it would be like to spend the rest of the day. The last thing I wanted was for him to look after her, as he carried her out of the ship and into the cave. In fact, I had no idea how much time it had been for Tristan, and he kept his hands on each other. It was a strange mixture of melancholy and satisfaction. I do n't know if that s the current anchor, so it kicked up easily.
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You wrote like as sinopsis drama or film. I feel imaginated it, but i don't know, is it true story?
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