I wake up early. Why? Who cares.
I expect, however, for the sun to rise on the horizon, I need the warm air currents to fly.
With outstretched wings, glide to the Caucasus Mountains, to the platform as a balcony with views overlooking a vertical wall. And I dregs.
My clumsiness on the ground will awake and inclined his head several times, in greeting, like every morning. He, trying to move, rattling the chain makes it left tied to a rock. She looks at me with more loathing than fear, that hurts. His skin is white as a sheet unworn no trace on either side of what happened the day before.
throw the first peck. He ripped a good chunk of meat on the side and everything turns red. He presses his lips, eyes, and only a groan escapes him. I do not mind your pain. The only thing that worries me is devouring the liver every day. And I put my head on his wound until I eat it whole peck peck, leaving nothing without passion and cruelty.
before the day I thought, I need the sun to fly. Also he needs at night, because during sleep the liver will grow back, undo my work so you can start it again the next day. Return.
up early in the morning. Why? You should not ask questions whose answer you prefer to ignore. I wake up early. Who cares.
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