Sometimes death comes like an arrow, sudden and swift, an unforeseen shot form an unheeded bow. Sometimes death comes slowly, like the first small sparks of a green-wood fire, smoking and smoldering for the longest time before the kindling flares and the heart of the blaze glows with fierce, consuming heat.
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BINABASA MO ANG
Criminals in Shadows(ON GOING)
Bí ẩn / Giật gânNot all criminals are in prison. Some are hiding in the shadows. Watch out.
