The magician was in love. There was nothing more in life other than that. One day he would want his own children playing at the villa, but not today.
The half-elf was working very hard and also had found love. They used to speak to each other far across the veil. They were growing. The half-elf said about his friend's new found love:
"Level up, bro"
The tree was happy, her leaf was giving life to a young master. The elves were like always, but the cheeky elf. He said:
"She probably dies her hair."
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The Turnyng (the sequel to "How the Wyn beat the Windsor")
Короткий рассказIt will make sense lol I swear lol... I just rulzz the TOE..