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Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)

Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated

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Hey, teacher, leave the bumblebee alone

Every few months it comes back. A pencil drawing of a bee, a quote in a serif font, and different authorities invoked as the source: aerodynamically speaking, the bee cannot fly, but it doesn’t know that, so it flies anyway. It gets shared and liked,

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Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

Chapter 5 Glad that he had been so successful in the part of peacemaker, Kovrin went into the park. Sitting on a garden seat, thinking, he heard the rattle of a carriage and a feminine laugh — visitors were arriving. When the shades of evening

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5 Comments
  • MadDogilribelle
    Posted at 00:04h, 15 April Reply

    Fuga di massa in Germania, come ti sembra? ^^

    X-Bye

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 11:48h, 15 April Reply

    Il mio tedesco fa schifo, e poi fa troppo freddo. Altre proposte?

  • Damiani
    Posted at 12:08h, 15 April Reply

    io la butto lì…un chiosco di bibite a Santo domingo che neanche Cruise in “cocktail”…che dite?

  • impbianco
    Posted at 13:17h, 15 April Reply

    Scusassi ero io che ho commentato come Mad Dog, è un altro account che ho… lui è un demone… e scrive nel mio blog a volte… capita che mi dimentichi di loggarmi come imp.bianco dopo aver scritto come Mad Dog XD

    X-Bye

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 15:50h, 17 April Reply

    Vuoi il numero di un buon esorcista?

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