The antique seller never knew what he had. I thought I knew, and, fool that I am, I opened the bottle.
"What is thy bidding, master?"
Her eyes compelled me, her voice crumbled me to dust.
"No. It is I who is the servant, my lady of the Djinni."
daca ar fii fost asa toti djinii......oricum femeie e un geniual distrugerii si a reconstructie....asa ca e probabil ca si ea sa fie un geniu al desertului....
cat despre fotografie,felicitari.
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It's all about mind over matter. Since you have no mind, you don't matter.
cat despre fotografie,felicitari.
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I'm immortal... so far.
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I'm immortal... so far.