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"Miserable me. Two plates are screwed to my temples", Franz thought, closing his eyes. A dark abyss, the mad court, the sentence to be served in the form of everlasting insomnia.
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"Miserable me. Two plates are screwed to my temples", Franz thought, closing his eyes. A dark abyss, the mad court, the sentence to be served in the form of everlasting insomnia.
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Genre:Animation
Written By:David Babayan
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Runtime:8 minutes
Studio:ArtStep Studio
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