64 days. Just take a look (Madara/Hashirama) Internal frames. Barriers. Clamps. We hurt ourselves, restricting ourselves and our desires. "Look at me," whispers a crazy thought, poisoning the brain and mind with its poison. It can't be banished, it can't be brought together, it continues to sound, even if you start thinking about something else. Like the noise on the outskirts - annoying, cutting the hearing, but from which not to wave away. My head hurts from this annoying, as itchy as scabies, thought, which increasingly declares its rights...

POW Allen. Pfft ... Baby, who's the other baby? Oh, when I hugged him, we were ready to go straight, clutching his waist and breathe this favorite and familiar scent. But I had to pull away from him and look into his eyes. Hell, I wish I hadn't, because then I froze, and I came to with Hooke laughing. Damn, laughing at me, still smiling Bunny with a smile. And he's wearing his white t-shirt! Did he do it on purpose? — "Where are we going?" — asked my boyfriend with a kiss on the cheek and taking my hand in his...