"Hi!" Embarrassed pablo alboran silence persisted. The woman was entering the room at this sort of time suspended ... chef boy stood empty taignakauss hands of a chef's knife was half the paragraph on the set, the housemaid, pablo alboran who was here probably just cook flirt support while still koketselt edge of the table, but before the bright eyes were suddenly as drained, A girl sitting in front of the furnace kept in a semi-peeled potatoes, daring it to peel. The Queen did not even wait for the kitchen. "Do not let me keep you, I will only briefly!" Queen's voice was still young, even though everyone knew that he was gone for at least a quarter of a famous Ballista years. Corners of the eyes and crow's feet as early as maturely rounded body would not let anyone deceive ourselves votes to let Piigaste had long since become a matron. Mistress pablo alboran took a couple of steps dignity beyond the doorway, the maid used the opportunity and immediately slipped back side of the castle, triggering their motion pablo alboran and in other activities. Chef Boy put a jingle bowl laundry tub, kolistamise pablo alboran after kohmetudes own, a chef's knife clatter soon as the bundle of spices on the stove and the girl in front of the sudden cut off because of a finger. "Ouch" the king turned his head. As a chef and kokapoisski. All eyes were once dirty hands and grime degree The girl clothes. A drop of bright red blood fell to the floor in slow motion enchanting. pablo alboran "Put something on, buggy, mäkerdad potatoes off!" Shouted a sharp chef. Veekalkvel eyed girl looked around itself .. is not nothing, nothing, which is good enough fingers to bind. Finger fell on the second straw. "What do you muned, it can be associated with a finger or ..." chef's voice became as sharp as a knife in his hand and fractured teeth of all eyes. Chef Boy freed sudden fascination. pablo alboran She was the only girl with long steps grimy side and tore his narmendava already anyway, but a clean apron edge of a fine piece of cloth. "Tie it up" Potato hands trembled with alarm, not every day, he did not look at all like that. The boy grabbed the girl by the wrist, and he saw kohmitsemist associates quickly injured finger. "It's okay, tomorrow it does not hurt anymore" was the unexpected softness of a sudden the boy's voice.
Nobody saw that the Queen had left. No one could ever know that he was standing in the hallway, the nape of the cold wall and looked at his fingers. One of them had a scar. No one could ever know that the chef was once a chef boyhood tied up one finger in front of the stove potatoes koorinud tiny girl.
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