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Fierce werewolf, plump snowman, the crafty penguins everywhere deedly trap. It was more like a mad rush to the mysterious island wants to try his luck ran. Once again, I saw her, her eyes full of melancholy and sorrow, away from the other hid in his room, silent tears. She alone but delicate and charming and looked at her tears, for al her resentement about disappeared. I am eager to comfort her. She said that her friend had died, I advised her to give up the black sacred stone, all the clues are a trap, it will only teach you transfer from one trap to another trap, she was swimming with tears, head bowed, but did not speak.
I know that the sailor like me, I knew from the beginning. But I order I can not give him what tribe, perhaps he wanted nothing, he did not care about the maplestory mesos, he just want to give me anything.
Black sacred stone mystery of light shining on the whole island, a salior found. Sailor's face was carved over many years into the wind and waves, such as rock, his school uniform is always clean and bright than the others, he would lay shiny black sacred stone side, smiled at me, he was pierced for werewolf fountain like chest shot bright blood. I face are tears, pumping suppressed sneeze with his chest with both hands. He already speechless, the body temperature gradually cool to go. Blood through my hands and splashed into the white snow, the tears from my eyes blurred, I desperately screaming: "wake up."
I came to the early dawn stained beaches, a blue contained teams of sailors of the fleet white clothes are to be recived from around the reincarnation of people transported to terminals. I walked through the crowed and saliors, hearing the laughter they are familiar with the heartbreak has been reached is far from the seaside.
Deep blue sea and then light blue sky, bleak and majestic, the sea breeze to a road rhythmic waves pushed ashore, the sun through the fog appears shallow faint blue, white gulls flying low voice call and forward in a fog, hovering between mast. I saw the bird boat, it is quietly stopped in the barbor, quietly waiting for what.
My tears surging forward to look at all down, my heart hurts, facing the endless sea I cry with, but not the voice shouted.
