The scope was aimed at the center of his eyebrows, and his golden hair turned into dried straw after the autumn harvest, which will soon become ordinary fertilizer.
My fingers were trembling a little, perhaps due to the influence of alcohol last night. My memory went back to the last time, when Prosit took me hunting in the countryside. We were crawling in the reeds, waiting for the wild ducks.
"As the most patient of predators, black hawks can hover for hours, waiting for the perfect moment to strike."
He stroked my back and asked me to wait patiently, but in the end he fired a shot. The duck fluttered and the bullet landed on the hidden earth.
Concept: human nature
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Once you get something you love so much that you get used to it, you will start to feel bored, and even gradually turn into a feeling of hatred. The description is too real (tears)
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Once you get something you love so much that you get used to it, you will start to feel bored, and even gradually turn into a feeling of hatred. The description is too real (tears)