Fiction,
The bed is like a cloud and Ruya was like a tired bird that was slept on it. Through the window she looked to the red and pink and yellow and blue flowers in the yard. Her thought was like the dream she has saw it many times. It was a stra ...
Fiction,
The bed is like a cloud and Ruya was like a tired bird that was slept on it. Through the window she looked to the red and pink and yellow and blue flowers in the yard. Her thought was like the dream she has saw it many times. It was a strange dream. A little angle was slept on a bed and other angles were around she and ask her health. It seems that the little angle was ill.
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