Tekst fra Zig-zag -
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A Farewell to Arms, the next
- (I must writte the next of a text from Hemingway, but i must imagine) No.
- Now, I don't tell you this sotry.
- The story I will speak about is a story where take place in the beginning winter.
- We live in a tomb, in a cimetery because we are dead.
- The cimetery looked accross a volcano and haunted castle.
- In the bed of he volcano there were pains and suffering, dry and black sun, and lava in the channels. No.
- There isn't sun.
- There isn't live.
- There are only death and crows, who cry the false first story because nothing can be fine.
- Zig-zag
December 2014
Stem nå!
VÆR SÅ SNILL, HJELP TIL MED Å RETTE HVER SETNING! -
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