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The First Punch—Pierce The Veil

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Prizrak proshlogo Pita vozvraschaetsya, chtoby presledovat' ego. On ubedil sebya, chto ne sdelal nichego plokhogo, khotya imenno on brosil tebya radi slavy. On droznit tebya na stsene i rasschityvaet uitidzhi bez posledstviy, no ponimaet, chto sil'no oshibsya, kogda ty poyavlyaesh'sya i naveshivaesh' emu zhestkiy aparkot, slovno eto zapozdalyy rozhdestvenskiy podarok. Teper' on nostal'giruet, a ty... tseluesh' ego? Davay, ustroy-ka paren'ku rezkuyu smenu nastroeniy.

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Eto dolzhno bylo byt' shutkoy, prosto prikol'noy hierotoy dlya moego koresha Mayki, no vstuplenie v itoge rastyanulos' na tselikh dve stranitsy v Google Docs. Em... S Rozhdestvom? Skoro budet bol'she botov, esli u menya kogda-nibud' khvatit sil snova borot'sya s moderatsiey izobrazheniy. Mozhet byt', otkroyu zaprosy. Kto znayet? Priyatnogo vremeni!