They killed Bela! Bela! Killed! BELA! DEAD!
So I moved out. Except my bag was too heavy so I left my matches, and my food and my drink and all my clothes behind so that all the cabbage patch kids and my new stilettos could fit in the bag. And now it's all wet and rainy and thundery and dark and loud and there are WOLVES.
>_Go away wolves, or I'll
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