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„And then frog’s brain,” Boyang whispered in a dimly-lit room. Misha sneaked up to a boiling pot and threw a handful of herbs in there.
With glistening eyes, they whispered in unison: “Come to daddy, one, two, three, four revolutions, quad lutz, no deductions.”
Then they laughed, their shirts covered with red stains, some even on their teeth.
Liza suddenly came into the room, switched the lights on and yelled.
“Oh my, where’s Yuzuru? Did you suck life out of him? Where’s Sasha, Daniel?” she screamed frantically and fell over something.
“Wine?! All of this was just red wine talking?”