A fire took away dozens of lives; an impulse caused the two to live in two places; a chance encounter led to them meeting again as strangers.
Their world is in ruins
She grabbed her friend's hand and tried to comfort her as she had before.
This is a cruel, ruthless and strange era
We are playing a game called drumming. Whoever gets the ball goes to the exit.
World is a play, every actors have entrances and exits.
Shakespare.
Intention:
Reader comments
The soul is back, the soul is back, Lord Rouge will appear soon...
I prostrate myself to the ground and bow down... Let's update the article...
The soul is back, the soul is back, Lord Rouge will appear soon... I prostrate myself to the ground and bow down... Let's update the article...