Read me

If you looked closely with your eyes scrunched up, a drift of salt had collected in the folds of caramelised skin; it was as though a fine snow had powdered her whole body. It was like dry earth covered with sparse blades of grass, left over since autumn, upon which hoarfrost had formed. This bare expanse was his field of battle, where he would convoke all his enemies. His insecurity made him anticipate potential enemies...

Convoiul mieilor
Matei Brunul
Razboiul Mondial al Fumatorilor
In urma nu mai e nimic
Simion liftnicul. Roman cu ingeri si moldoveni
O suta de ani la portile Orientului
parteneri parteneri parteneri parteneri

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