Aquí comença la història

Aquí comença la història
Aquí en el bosque oscuro, donde no hay silbato de aves, y no un crujir de las hojas. Sin embargo, le susurra algo detrás de ti ...? Por encima de usted? Miras a tu alrededor, sin respirar
debido a la malvada bruja había puesto los vientos del sueño en el bosque. Un aliento de esos y vas a morir de hambre antes de que usted despierte. El capitán de los Beetels
Sorry, my fold isn't ready yet. I was sick snd forgot to work on it in time. Sorry.
Stuff happens. We all understood that. But subsequently the story was underbaked. Doughy. Raw. Indigestable.
That was what the restaurant patrons said when the tasted the chef's food, at least. Chef Mahali Dion was infuriated. He locked customers in the bistro and chucked minestrone at
The patron in the green suit because he complained the soup had a fly in it. Peter Sellers and the rest of The Goonies walked in the room, looking for a table. "Hiya! We're peckish
"So PECKOFF," interrupted Vinnie Jones with a rakish grin full of might like the First Men knew, drawn blade hinted at beneath his mail. The whistle of an unknown bird heavy with
hunger cut threw the air & the opposition knew this mail clad warrior meant business. The clash of steel the cut of sinew and the crush of bone it was over in an instant. A new era
dawned. One without the evil Klutzy Kutting Klan. The people from then on lived without the fear that their hair would kut into horrendous styles. The End :')

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