At the hour of the hotspring sunset,two citizens appeared at the patriarb's ponds.One of them approximately forty years ago,dressedin a grey summer suit.He was short,dark-baired,plumped,and bald.And carried his respectable fedora hat in his band.His neatly shaved face was adorned with black born-rimmed glasses of a supernatural shouldered young man with tousled reddish hair.His checkered cap cocked back on his head,was wearing a cowboy shirt,wrinkled white trousers and black sneakers.The first one was nothing like Mikbail Alexandrovich Berlioz,wich was the editor of a fat literary journal and chair man of the board of one of the majoro Moscow literary associations,called Massiolit for short,and his young companion was the poct Jvan Nikolayeviah Ponyrev,who wrote under the Psudom of homeless.Once in the shade of the barely Greening kindness
This the short story of my story but I will finish later I need a break
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The Last Time I Played Five Nights At Freddy's
FanfictionMe and my cousins made a big tent in the back room/which is the kids room.and when the game started............@2am,the maranet popped up Sorry but this all I have to say so, Bye I will edit it again later
