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Tomorrow, a new chapter in his life would open, but God closed the cover of the book. When he opened his eyes on the First Floor of Hell, he had to face off a whole new reality. All the rules were being rewritten, and he had to pick up the pen if he wanted to get out of here. He had to find those like him and play the role of leadership he had escaped all his life.
They Said You Are An Arabesque
I was startled as I sank the dry tree branch in my hand into the ground; three men had come up to our trench under construction.
"It's none of your business; mind your business!"
Those who came were a few of the mobs that were walking around. Our tank stepped forward and took the precaution.
"Brother, let's go; I told you!"
"Come on, bro, these are the bad guys!"
Two of the three people were younger; one was older than them, and the younger ones were tense after Sukrucuk's answer.
"Calm, kids!"
After their elder brother calmed the Genco's, he spoke, looking at what we had done.
"You're right, it's none of our business, but whatever you're doing, it won't last very long!"
These last words were exciting; I couldn't help but join the conversation.
"Why brother, is the skeleton bad?"
"Oh brother, they also ask, let's go slowly!"
One of the heartbroken youth was unnerved, but he did the opposite without listening.
"Calm down, Suburbfit!"