𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.
𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘.
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Story by Zheironis
sᴀᴜᴠᴇᴜsᴇ (ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀʟᴀɴᴅ)
A two year old baby is crying as something holds its arms and legs. Forbidding it to move as an unknown man w...
