... May the sky is gray, the sun fades, the spring flowers lose their color, small joys weekdays was not happy. Keep your fingers crossed for
our Triss , is very ill. Despite serious
age, intuition still tells me that this is not the time to leave.
Or maybe I just can not be reconciled?
Triss ... no dog is smiling like you ...
Triss ... are we still need ...
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