Hola Nancy! Can you please translate it in English? I know it's bothering but try as we all like to understand your story 👍
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Hola Nancy! Can you please translate it in English? I know it's bothering but try as we all like to understand your story 👍
Ok, I will treat. Thank you
Staying a moment longer in that structure caused her disgust and some nostalgia. Him they were coming all the recollections at one stroke disfiguring the face in a grimace of anger, maybe of sadness. Looking remotely gave him the last impression of Lyubov. Death had gotten into the veins and with it the beauty had vanished like leaves. His memory was slime accumulated on the shore of a beach. Would it be good then to meet Nazar? There in the distance a few lights of neon it is a blood in the lost look. Why so many lights, why so many people? Life is a spectacle, Hennadyi think. The weather was inclement weather outside, but inhuman and hard inside of his heart. Sigh
You really got the mood of Hennadyi's flow of thoughts without translating the prompt into action.. brava!