Ce face razboiul din om
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(+16)Dulce-sadic, bun-rau, cuminte-obraznic, DRAGOSTE-URA
Cam in asta te transforma al treilea razboi mondial, si "micuta" Jane o stie, o experimenteaza, o traieste, caci ea, ingerul Jane, ucide cu pasiune si placere, te tortureaza in cele mai oribile moduri!
-De ce?
-De ce, ce? De ce face asta? Fiindca nerecunostinta, ura si doua cuvinte au transformato.
-Cum?
-Intrebarea nu e cum, ci ce va urma...
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