"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

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Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)

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Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

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  • Chiarina82
    Posted at 10:27h, 27 November Reply

    io odio questo esserino. Non ho resisto e ho dovuto dirtelo. Lo odio.

    Per due estati consecutive, i bambini maledetti a cui facevo la guardia, non hanno fatto altro che guardare A NASTRO, videocassette dell’orsettofastidioso.

    Libero sfogo. Me ne rendo conto.

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 11:49h, 27 November Reply

    ROTFL!

    Mi rendo conto che un’esperienza del genere riuscirebbe a farti odiare qualsiasi cosa. Non preoccuparti, qui puoi prendertela quanto vuoi con tutti tutti questi “orsetti malvagi da scacciare e maledire”. *___^

  • Chiarina82
    Posted at 22:15h, 06 December Reply

    abbiamo modificato Strategie! :)

    Maledetto Uinnidepù!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 23:56h, 06 December Reply

    Povero Pooh… *___^

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