LaraCloud's Literatures
In the "π«ππππππ π―πππ" everyone sat in their huts with bated breath, afraid even to light a fire once again or to set a candle on fire. The superstitious hoped that the scattered mixture of ash and salt on the thresholds and window sills would save them from the Evil Eye and their house would remain unnoticed for π―π¬πΉ...
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