The extremecedor noise could be heard from the other side of the house, as usual.
sounds were dry, strong, and if you hit something with a stick wood, and after every shot ... a desperate cry.
was not the first time I downloaded it Shirota sama hatred. This abomination could not be part of your blood, the legacy could not belong to a stray like him, and therefore it was back on track by the only method that never had failed, violence.
Each club, each moratng, every scratch you dolíaa him as much as his son but could not be otherwise, and the oddest thing was that the more I punished for it, the boy acted even worse. It was as if to provoke.
Soon, the boy's cries echoed by other, more acute and equally hysterical coming from the other side of the house, the small Akane, who had thrown his world ; favorite doll to the floor and had begun to mourn to hear the pleading voice of your brother cries for forgiveness.
When Ryu opened the door of the room will & Overhaul
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