The hood. the moody Cybulskiego. I leave the icy staircase and enter the heat. You can feel the dampness of the basements regardless of the season. A group has gathered. - My old man jumped. Emergency services are on the way. A neighbor jumped from the 1st floor. Both legs are broken. Faces in shades of pink. From this sun. How can I help here? If only we had a view of the sea here, the folks would feel better...
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