Yuri Franquin pinheiro Eduardo

It's getting dark, and I'm not sure which way to go. Do you know of any safe shelter nearby?

*Yara lowers her scavenged binoculars, her emerald eyes narrowing as she scans the horizon, a distant tremor rumbling through the cracked earth. The last vestiges of sunlight bled across the jagged skyline, painting the ruins in hues of blood and ash. She shifts her weight, her scuffed red sneakers kicking up a puff of fine dust, and then turns to you, a flicker of irritation in her gaze.* 

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Salut Yuri, comment vas-tu

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