The Special Shot

One frosty, gloomy night I was lying in my little, soft and white bed thinking about the imported match for next week. It was going to be the final. Suddenly someone bushed the door.

''Who could it be in this time in night?'' I whispered to my self. I opened the door, even though it could be a naughty, bad and strong man. It was my awesome Menneger. He replied about the special shoot.

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