An apartment or condo kitchen: a male and a woman go over Little Red Riding Hood, their voices hushed, mindful of waking the little woman sleeping following area. Waste land on the city outskirts: behind a line of deserted trailers, the man quietly views what seems to be a family members. The exact same city, the same male: driving with traffic with two hand-made firing pins for a searching rifle. The man is 42 years of ages, his name - Viorel. Troubled by rare ideas, he drives throughout the city to a destination understood just to him.
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An apartment or condo kitchen: a male and a woman go over Little Red Riding Hood, their voices hushed, mindful of waking the little woman sleeping following area. Waste land on the city outskirts: behind a line of deserted trailers, the man quietly views what seems to be a family members. The exact same city, the same male: driving with traffic with two hand-made firing pins for a searching rifle. The man is 42 years of ages, his name - Viorel. Troubled by rare ideas, he drives throughout the city to a destination understood just to him.
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