Today I ruined the first pit and turned it into a collection of short stories, given that the author has far more short stories than long ones. . . There are far more fragments than full text. . .
So be it. .
My first pitfall, boys and girls, have no emotions, only a touch of sadness, which is the unique flavor of youth...
It didn't matter whether Fabian was called Fabian or not, he just walked by gently like that...
It doesn't matter whether Wrong Wrong is called Wrong Wrong or not... Because everything is already wrong...