Trissacar tentatively offered her older brother, Rolric, a slice of her orange. Her innocent eyes, the kind only toddlers of her age posses, stared up at him, swirling with a mixture of awe and curiosity. This was HER brother. And she loved him.
"He stood here, facing the kitchen doorway." Angeline murmured as she crossed one leg over the other. Pointing to a pile of burning wood, she glanced at her confused sister. "Go on, his footprints are under that. How can you not know this?"
37 Dinge, Die Einfach Nach Deiner Kindheit Aussehen
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