They had taken warfare orders, the sabers were right, the sun had not reached the chest yet. The darkness has never been so slippery, it has never been so paralyzed at night.
They woke up to kill and maybe die. The cups they used to drink were the cups they loved the most, but there were mules. Burned bodies filled the place of toasted smell.
They did not need the nail scissors either, or they were casked.
The tanks were filling the beds.I guess there was something that would fill everything.But hearts ... There was nothing to fill the hearts of. They had to take them with them so that they could kill it, destroy it, kill them. He had already been ordered before he left the road "Heart!Spiders on mobile phones, dialing this number while pressing the keys. It was a battlefield where letters or e-mails were debated. If you are an e-mail winner, write victory and send an e-mail, and if you win a letter, write victory and send a letter.Or if you are saying that there is no war, leave a space in your mind and write war and press Esc.Protect the souls of the chains holding cologne to your guests all the particles.
E-mail was strong. Every page of the letter could easily be burned, and every ink could drain the pulse.
The letter had only one option, e-mail to subscribe; We were sending a virus, which exceeded the letter's power.
The virus was already the same technology as e-mail.
But maybe there was another option ... pens. It was pencil writing letters and they always had hard-to-understand powers.
Would they join in fighting?
Did they have enough ink?
Grinders never rasp grinders.
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