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■ A wound that breathes Contact |
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Pe toti ne prinde
din urma... MOARTEA... Am inceput sa simt, sa-i simt tentaculele cum ma invaluie, cum ma strang fara mila... Simt cum latul se inchide, se strange, si carnea plesneste... Incerc sa scap, ma zbat, lupt... Inevitabilul se produce... Ma sufoc, ma inec! Am devenit numai durere... totul devine NEGRU, si negru, si negru si negru...
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