C452 The principality of william 43
Droplets of water fell like rain on the asphalt.
The drops formed a circle, a shapeless circle.
It soaked the ground, it soaked the cold ground!
No, no, no!
He did not cry!
He would never admit that he had cried!
Through the window, Hero could see Jelo running along the zebra crossing like the wind, and behind him was the empty, lonely gray road
