- J oder ... - muttered Tom as he entered the room and saw the girls lying on the bed Spica at side window. Apparently, when Stynx told that the blonde was on his deathbed was not joking. Maybe yesterday I had to be in that wing of the castle at that hour. It was very cold and weak lungs and Rossier Spica of flu have a fairly long history. But is that what they were going so well ...
walked between the soft carpet, feeling like it sanklow weight. Upon reaching the bed was surprised by the sorry state that had Spica. She was pale (more than usual, that is) and large dark circles around his eyes. A thin layer of sweat covered his face. And the girl sat between lazily opened his eyes.
- Tom? - The voice sounded hoarse and distant, as if not to call him from a distance but from another dimension. He grunted in reply. A slight smile crossed his lips to Spica.
"I told you I was ill. That hallway was so cold you sure qu
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