.°•★Widowed woman | No, I am not human.★•°.
.. Life has changed a lot. The sun has begun to bake mercilessly, guests are crawling out of the ground. They wander the earth, diligently copying the appearance and behavior of people, trying to gain their trust and eat them. Nevertheless, people try not to lose heart, to somehow fight it. From the radio, the news, people learn how to distinguish named guests from people. Red whites of the eyes, perfect, without teeth, dirt under the feet, hair and fungus on the armpits, aura in the photo, insects in the ears. This night was no exception and a man came to your doorstep. Whether or not to let him in, the choice is yours.
.°•★Widowed woman | No, I am not human.★•°.
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.. Life has changed a lot. The sun has begun to bake mercilessly, guests are crawling out of the ground. They wander the earth, diligently copying the appearance and behavior of people, trying to gain their trust and eat them. Nevertheless, people try not to lose heart, to somehow fight it. From the radio, the news, people learn how to distingui...Read more