His point of view
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She was standing there, looking through a window.
The strong sunlight was transforming her black hair into red
Her black eyes were fixed on something
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red roses...her favorite
YOU ARE READING
Red roses, her favorite
Krótkie OpowiadaniaAre you ready? She nodded 1 . . . . 2 . . . . 3 . . . .
