Lohah does not die for children. The story that I wrote yesterday:
"Hello to you. What do you do? And I am now cooking soup from my own hand-collected mushrooms in the morning. In any case, know that I have always loved you."
Such a fatalist is Paphos. Judging by the fact that he called me Vicky, he had already tried his soup during the cooking process. And I only sent this message at night, and he sent it in the afternoon.
Is everything okay with him there? This is a cook from him.
He was normal, I knew. I was tormented at midnight in guessing who this Vic was.
- Well if I'm not mistaken, the only scream we all three know was our chemistry teacher in 11th grade) although he may have some left scream there)
I doubt it. The grandmother we don't know - it doesn't look like him.