IN MEMORY OF THE EVIL
I used to believe that a zombie-apocalypse would appear and would mean the end of my existence. So I searched for places where I would be safe. In our small attic next to my room and in the atting of the dog house, I made my safe home. The furniture was small, kids size, and the art on the walls were just an addition to that.
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