Monsters are my friends
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Last published Tue, Aug 20, 2019
17-letnia Gaja mieszka w małym miasteczku Legnicy. Legenda głosi że Miasteczko to nawiedzane jest co 100 lat przez „Scary Margi". Potwora bez nóg i ręki... Legenda ta wzięła się stąd kiedy dziewczyna z chłopakiem weszli na dach i Margi (dziewczyna z legendy) przyznała się chłopakowi że go zdradza. Wtem chłopak zepchną ją z dachu. Gdy spadała oderwała się je już złamana ręka... A nogi przecięły się jej gdy spadając na sam dół w padła na piłę...Gaja od zawsze wierzyła w potwory ale ostatnie jej przeżycia tylko potwierdziła że potwory istnieją.
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