Protected by the Devil
A real jungle, with the sound of crawling animals, and a song that for a moment I thought belonged to birds, but then I found out that they came from some small and one-eyed creatures, who climbed trees as easily as monkeys.
"Don't be drooling," he mumbled hatefully Tennebris, cutting off my fascination. "Behind the covers, everything is on fire.”
"I like what I see over the cloths," I retortured with a grunt, still observing the smell of the environment that perfectly imitated the vegetation of a forest.
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