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| Kristoph / / skrew
Different. He lived his life, he drank brandy and
not spent on condoms. He was
two thousand one hundred and one child. Six thousand
eighty-three hundred girls and four
eighteen boys. His life was
full of sex and dirt. Examining
another individual, he was already beginning to
ponder
Plan rape. His body was adapted
soblenno only one thing - violence. Two
hands - to threaten with a knife in one and sry
vat clothing second. Two feet - to the voters
vat after the victim, throwing thousands of aspired
Tel'nykh as gusts of wind on the roof of the sky
scraping strokes. Penis - to find but
curves space and enter into them, destroying a purely
that. Navel - to bind to it an elegant
pendant in the shape of a woman's vagina and storage
thread on it with a poison capsule. Intestinal
tract - to recycle pieces of human
electric meat, cut off in a fit of passion
from victims.
It was not like everyone else. He did not know and
did not signal any skessi beat, but once he heard a
smoke-Shep Tun. Tonci, I felt it.
After all, the scar on his neck has long been
srossya forming
one with the shoulders. Head? He lost
it already on the six hundred and nineteenth year
life no.
... He slowly walked in the dusk, trying to
bypass chelorayony. The road was as
evil a soft and feet sank into the mud.
He still was too heavy. In the dim
light of the moon, he did not notice a lot of feces
on
road, and relish stepping on them twisted
face and looked at his leg. Through the Green
diarrhea in the nickel-plated foot appeared
worn inscription: "a 43-GF-093".
