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Continúa, Has publicado dic 13, 2022
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Oamenii răi au venit să mă ia de lângă mami. De ce nu ii oprește nimeni? Mami de ce nu ii oprești? Mami de ce nu te miști? Mami de ce nu faci ceva?

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M-am trezit cu inima bubuindu-mi atât de tare în piept, auzind fiecare mișcare a acesteia în timpane. Au trecut mai bine de paisprezece ani de la accident dar încă ma bântuie acea zi de vară. Nu pot respira cum trebuie, parcă mă apasă un bolovan pe coșul pieptului iar inima mai are puțin și o ia la sănătoasa luând cu ea tot.

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Șiroaie de transpirație curg pe tâmple și gât. În capul meu e sânge. Doar sânge. Mâinile îmi tremură iar corpul e asaltat de spasme violente din cauza plânsului. Imaginea din fața mea e înlocuită de flasback-ul cu mama. Clipesc de cateva ori, iar mama dispare lăsând in locul ei imaginea cu el în aceiași poziție.

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De data asta e si mai mult sânge.
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REDRUM - The numb of speed, the pulse of violence, the inevitability of two predators born to dominate, colliding in a world that bends only to precision and survival. Speed was never motion. It was calculus, instinct folded into strategy, reflex sharpened into a weapon. Every turn, every fraction of a second, was a ledger of risk, of life weighed against life. Every choice a blade, every hesitation a fracture in the armor of survival. She moves like thought made flesh. Eyes that catalog, limbs that calculate, mind a lattice of probabilities no one else could perceive. She thrives in chaos yet commands it, tracing paths through danger that others cannot even sense. Every glance measures the weight of threat. Every breath a negotiation with consequence. Her mind is a scalpel; He exists in the same rarefied orbit of intellect and danger. Calculating. Patient. Ruthless. Every movement deliberate, every pause a measurement, every word a subtle probe into what cannot be seen. His intelligence is a weapon; his dominance, a language. Drawn into a hunt whispered of only in the oldest circles, a pursuit for a prize cloaked in enigma, buried beneath deception and guarded by shadows that kill without hesitation. Every clue is a riddle designed to fracture lesser minds. Every rival is a vector of death, every step a gamble that could erase everything. Mafia enclaves, secret auctions, assassin strongholds, and circuits where speed is lethal-the landscape is a crucible, and they are its fiercest elements. Every maneuver is a negotiation; every miscalculation, fatal. Every second is measured in possibility, precision, and the quiet thrill of calculated chaos. And the final race awaits. Life and death compressed into milliseconds. The reward : whispered, coveted, a force vast enough to upend every structure, every rule, every legacy they have ever lived by. Only one will cross the finish. Only one will endure. And when the track ends, nothing remains untouched.
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Mamaia in Spania la cules de capsuni a murit ca i a dat Cristi Cov cu galeata in cap (aceasta poveste nu are logica)