Suddenly, she heard the unmistakable footfalls of her father. 'Another summer day!' she thought as she squinted at the sight of the bright green hills, and at the Auschwitz camp nearby. She stretched out her weary bones and peered through her curtain windows. It was a beautiful sunny day for little Lilian. What follows is the pure, unedited content of one of the premier philosophers of our time, Victorbaton. RAW Paste Data Welcome To The Rice FieldsĮDITOR'S NOTE: I am not responsible for the content of this short story.
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