Þetta er kannski ekkert gott. Skrifaði þetta bara í náttúrufræði einn daginn. Merkilegt hvað maður gerir til þess að sleppa við að hlusta í NÁT133 ;) Sitting in a little treehouse, we find a little girl. Long, curly, blonde locks, pale skin and dark brown eyes watching her parents again. Not for the first time, not the second – and certainly not the last. She knew she’d sit there many more times. Her treehouse was the place she’d go and she’d watch each time. The blood, the pain, the agony,...