The girl saw her crying next to her, but she couldn't do anything. They were observed from the window. The bench still had traces of blood from the last woman who dared to escape. Stains as old as the death of his mother. Beyond the wall the birds were singing.
Greetings to all, I hope you enjoy my story, just as I am enjoying yours.
This post was written without the use of AI. The image was created in the Luzia apk and the banners in Canva.
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