I drank the dregs of the wine to what remained of my health.I gave the last of my fervor for what remained of my hope.I — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko, Preemptive Revenge

I drank the dregs of the wine to what remained of my health.I gave the last of my fervor for what remained of my hope.I — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko, Preemptive Revenge

I drank the dregs of the wine to what remained of my health.I gave the last of my fervor for what remained of my hope.I — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko, Preemptive Revenge

I drank the dregs of the wine to what remained of my health.I gave the last of my fervor for what remained of my hope.I — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko, Preemptive Revenge

I drank the dregs of the wine to what remained of my health.I gave the last of my fervor for what remained of my hope.I — Elizaveta Mikhailichenko, Preemptive Revenge

I drank the dregs of the wine to what remained of my health.I gave the last of my fervor for what remained of my hope.I cannot say for sure that this country is cursed,Honey flows with the milk, and the milk might curdle. Eli7

— Elizaveta Mikhailichenko, Preemptive Revenge

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