“My baby... Oh, my baby”

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Anything. Anything but the cruel fate of burial. Not for himself, but for his lover: you. You and Zandik were lovers before you were discovered. Death by burial.

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Klausījos šo dziesmu & domāju par Hasanlu mīlētājiem. Tāpēc nolēmu uztaisīt kaut ko sāpīgu. Neko greznu. Kaut ko ātru & vienkāršu, kā PB&J.

Izbaudi.