Sara_Sarovna

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My book is not directed to any genre. It is written solely to express all your accumulated thoughts and emotions. I have been melting them for too long and ready to cry from the sultry atmosphere that has been sitting in me for too long. I will not post this to the editorial board, however, I will show it here. I hope for your interest, perhaps criticism, but no more. Having written this book, I cried every time. Survived every action described here, always brought pain, hatred, and only sadness. There are positive moments and they can cause a smile, but there are many negative moments in the book. Welcome to Hell. In my hell. The rails were heated with every second under the movement of the wheels of the train, the wind was waving the dead leaves in the wind. The smoke from the chimney became less, however, as a result, the speed seemed to increase. The train went to the capital, however, only under the strong protection of their consisting of hunters Klosta and a specialized royal guard detachment under the direction of the deputy commander. The train was not as crowded as usual, perhaps it was a strong thunderstorm, almost a hail. People went from work, business trips, just from the rest. Is it generally worth continuing to write? God
My book is not directed to any genre. It is written solely to express all your accumulated thoughts and emotions. I have been melting them for too long and ready to cry from the sultry atmosphere that has been sitting in me for too long. I will not post this to the editorial board, however, I will show it here. I hope for your interest, perhaps criticism, but no more. Having written this book, I cried every time. Survived every action described here, always brought pain, hatred, and only sadness. There are positive moments and they can cause a smile, but there are many negative moments in the book. Welcome to Hell. In my hell. The rails were heated with every second under the movement of the wheels of the train, the wind was waving the dead leaves in the wind. The smoke from the chimney became less, however, as a result, the speed seemed to increase. The train went to the capital, however, only under the strong protection of their consisting of hunters Klosta and a specialized royal guard detachment under the direction of the deputy commander. The train was not as crowded as usual, perhaps it was a strong thunderstorm, almost a hail. People went from work, business trips, just from the rest. Is it generally worth continuing to write? God

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