There were so many soldiers, very old ones. Then I beed one. I drank coffee (mum note: no) and painted – where was that me painting? I pretend to be…
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There were so many soldiers, very old ones. Then I beed one. I drank coffee (mum note: no) and painted – where was that me painting? I pretend to be…
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