7 Sarro

Within each of us lives a Vampire.

Only he manages some, and others - him.

He looked at his watch - 8.35 AM. “I must return, for if I am late, I might die!” thought Sarro. Black stumps surrounded from all sides. It was almost dawn, and it weighed heavily on the vampire, forcing him to increase his speed. And he was not as young as before ... And now he was looking forward to the approaching flight from the "sweet sun."

Black night doves flew by. The vampire grabbed one of them and tied a note to the wing. "I'm leaving Esai. From all wings. Your S." He folded the leaf in four and tied it to the bird's foot. "Fly!" he whispered.

A castle appeared in the distance. School. “I have to see Lou! I must tell her to be careful! ... - flashed through his head, - Caution would not hurt me either ... - at that very moment, the first rays of dawn dawned, scattered into a hundred fragments and touched Sarro's wings and scorched their ends with their poisonous heat. And there was an insigni
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