W axaa loo afeeyey inay aad wax u layso, oo waxaa loo safeeyey inay sida hillaac u dhalaasho. Haddaba miyaynu rayraynaa? Usha wiilkaygu waxay quudhsataa geed kasta.
It is made sharp to kill, and shined to look like lightning! Shall we have joy? It hates the special stick of My son, as it does all wood.
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