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I woke up on the deserted shore, foamy waves with noise beat on my legs, my body ached with pain, the sun blinded my eyes; where am i what happened to me
I looked up and saw a dark-skinned guy looking at me, I tried to say something, but my parched throat made no sound ... I dropped my head on the sand and plunged into black oblivion ...
The second time I woke up in a certain room, I was lying on a small couch, covered with a light, crocheted blanket, it was dark, opposite on a wicker chair ...
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I looked up and saw a dark-skinned guy looking at me, I tried to say something, but my parched throat made no sound ... I dropped my head on the sand and plunged into black oblivion ...
The second time I woke up in a certain room, I was lying on a small couch, covered with a light, crocheted blanket, it was dark, opposite on a wicker chair ...
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Max
That day everything was as usual. The hated trill of an alarm clock, getting out of such a warm, and cozy family nest in the morning, is so reluctant, and softly, all so smooth. Favorite wife. One would like to hammer on everything, dive under a warm flank, embrace, remove a lock of wheat hair from a beloved ear, and whisper there, something affectionate, a little vulgar. Spend your hand on the steamy thigh from sleep, a short nightie rode up, and we ...
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That day everything was as usual. The hated trill of an alarm clock, getting out of such a warm, and cozy family nest in the morning, is so reluctant, and softly, all so smooth. Favorite wife. One would like to hammer on everything, dive under a warm flank, embrace, remove a lock of wheat hair from a beloved ear, and whisper there, something affectionate, a little vulgar. Spend your hand on the steamy thigh from sleep, a short nightie rode up, and we ...
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Standing in the doorway, she looked at her, as many times before. Cold stainless steel, black lacquer, silky leather, chromed cuffs. She was beautiful, a work of art. Cruel, cold, awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring. The car dominated the room space as it dominated its thoughts. She beckoned with a promise of painful happiness, thoughts about which caused a shiver.
The car was Katerina’s own creation, a product of her dark fantasies. She started...
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The car was Katerina’s own creation, a product of her dark fantasies. She started...
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Raindrops flow down the glass. Outside the window is night, and a huge soulless city, a city that I love and hate at the same time. The city does not sleep, this city never sleeps. Even late at night. In the muddy mist of night rain, advertisements flicker dimly, the lights of cars creeping along the wet street blink, traffic lights blink slowly, there are still lights in many windows of high-rise buildings. City do not sleep, and I do not sleep. I remember. - Dasha fell asleep. That's how much I told her not to stay up late on the Internet. No, no matter ...
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Rain pours and pours. I dial the apartment number on the intercom. Several iridescent beeps and Tatiana's voice asks. - Yes, I listen. - Tan, it's me, Max.
The intercom stumbled, unlocking the door. I go to the entrance. Tatiana meets me at the open door. - Hi, Max. - She kisses me on the cheek. - Max, you're wet through, again did not take the umbrella. - Tan, I do not like them. You know.
I take a dripping wet ...
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The intercom stumbled, unlocking the door. I go to the entrance. Tatiana meets me at the open door. - Hi, Max. - She kisses me on the cheek. - Max, you're wet through, again did not take the umbrella. - Tan, I do not like them. You know.
I take a dripping wet ...
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The phone was silent for a week. The first three days, Alice was attached, waiting for a call or a message from Herman. On the fourth I was worried in earnest ... Every now and then I was grabbing the phone, listening for a long beast for a long time. On the fifth, she did not find a place, meaninglessly walked from corner to corner, which was evident to everyone. “Has our Lisonie got sick,” colleagues whispered, “or maybe she has some kind of grief, or an emergency?” Seeing her excited state, the chief let her go.
Wandering around the shops aimlessly, breathing in gas polluted air ...
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Wandering around the shops aimlessly, breathing in gas polluted air ...
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Honeymoon Zai lasted as if not a whole quarter, two months before the new 2012 for sure.This was evidenced by the not very high intensity of our correspondence in Odnoklassniki (when the wedding became settled, she deleted her main account on Mamba, and just before the marriage ceremony, she also removed the temporary left, instituted, as I understand, to troll me a little - imagine what I was getting a sign of sympathy from a young girl ... and until her age was found out ...
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The door of the bathhouse that opened tightly creaked. Fedka, not without effort, climbed with the girl in her arms across the high threshold into a cramped waiting room. Leaving his girlfriend at the door of the steam room, the boy began to construct a love bed. There is darkness inside - at least an eye! Therefore, Fyodor advanced inside the steam room from memory, carefully probing his way. He remembered that the lower regiment of shelves was almost the same height as the two long benches. Shops can be pushed close to the shelf, - and trakhodrom ...
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This incident occurred in the distant 50s of the last century in a godly forgotten suburb, popularly called Noble. Usually, the locals did not close bathhouses for the night, because the wanderers wandered in the villages for the night. Such vagrants are popularly called whips or tumbleweeds. As a rule, these were physically strong men, a bit odd, finding the meaning of their life in traveling, and in passing help the local people in the household. Their image did not fit into ...
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Raindrops flow down the glass. Outside the window is night, and a huge soulless city, a city that I love and hate at the same time. The city does not sleep, this city never sleeps. Even late at night. In the muddy mist of night rain, advertisements flicker dimly, the lights of cars creeping along the wet streets blink, traffic lights slowly blink, there are still lights in many windows of high-rise buildings. The city does not sleep, and I do not sleep. I remember.
Then it was also night and it was raining. - Do you love me? - Her eyes. In the twilight in ...
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Then it was also night and it was raining. - Do you love me? - Her eyes. In the twilight in ...
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