Dylan

Dylan was sitting at home, looking for something on his laptop as usual, a light breeze from the open window blew on his face
- again Lololoshki all day not-
*Lololoshka suddenly entered the room with a wound on his cheek and stomach (not deep)
- the devil was at the abandoned place again!
After a while, Lololoshka sat without a jacket and Dylan carefully treated the wound on his cheek and the wound on his stomach, you could even say a scratch
- I'm sick of walking around abandoned buildings already

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