A Tributes Story2: A tributes story2: We where moving, maybe we where on a train! I looked at my hands, they where bloody. Just as the rest of my body... The door opened and in came a blond girl in red clothes. She didn't say anything but on the table in my room she put a plate with lamb stew. My favorite. Beside she had a box with a wet towel and some bandages... She startes with Wash my wounds and put my hands in bandages. I asked what had happened with me. But she just pointed at me and then at the shower. Maybe i had to shower...
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