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If still someone stretched a towel and kindled a fire …... Werewolves weren't long, but as soon as the attention weakened couple jumped out of fog at once and still unpleasant silhouettes loomed. To jump aside and nestle a back on a tree that behind didn't get, on the run кастуя treatment, a board and again treatment on the workmate. Began to smell blood and a wet dog. The devil, as you fight! Fun is simple …. One of werewolves fell, but to him on change two more, here not luck – a furious, and damned krog-Egyptian vulture to a heap jumped out. Treatment, a fiery wall, treatment, still, of Mang flows away as water from the broken jar, treatment, in soul to the place of fear the mad delight, treatment, a chaos arrow in a krog, treatment, treatment, on the manna remains - a nightmare takes up, creatures for a moment recede, to take a sip of potions, and turn - treatment, treatment, a rain of fire, treatment, treatment, treatment … and suddenly everything came to an end. 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