les mis, , weep not for chrissi
They fought hand to hand, foot to foot, with pistol shots, with blows of the sword, with their fists, at a distance, close at hand, from above, from below, from everywhere, from the roofs of the houses, from the windows of the wineshop, from the cellar windows They were one against for a oneofakind human, a wonderful woman, a true friend; for my beautiful mate and buddy; for chrissi; my parabatai, my best butt; my partner in crime; the chocolate to my cookie and Fyr
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