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Again, one of the old sketches. The moment is often scrolled through my head. That drew him once. And only now painted.
Small Wright is crying. And laying his dad trans.
No, he did not die.
But the very desire to paint the scene.

Wright was first confronted with a situation where one can stay forever. He does not know what to do, and even fear and paralyzes him. He only vaguely muttering under his breath:
-Dad? Dad, get up. Mom was taken away, we can catch up with them. Dad? Daddy?
And something like this.

И реально, я слишком много рисую

Description
Again, one of the old sketches. The moment is often scrolled through my head. That drew him once. And only now painted.
Small Wright is crying. And laying his dad trans.
No, he did not die.
But the very desire to paint the scene.

Wright was first confronted with a situation where one can stay forever. He does not know what to do, and even fear and paralyzes him. He only vaguely muttering under his breath:
-Dad? Dad, get up. Mom was taken away, we can catch up with them. Dad? Daddy?
And something like this.

И реально, я слишком много рисую