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Cadet Yip wearily scratched his neck.
It is good that there is no tracking in the hygienic compartment, and Teacher Ln will not see it in a moment of weakness. Scratching the scruff of the neck, pulling the scales, nervously twitching the tip of the tail, etc., are habits unworthy of the cadet of the Great Y, from whom Type is almost unaccustomed ...
And all these damned bipeds! A squeamish kind of grimaced: it seemed to him that this terrible smell had penetrated here too. Not only stink like a cesspool, so also stubborn, stupid creatures, not wanting to do what ...
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It is good that there is no tracking in the hygienic compartment, and Teacher Ln will not see it in a moment of weakness. Scratching the scruff of the neck, pulling the scales, nervously twitching the tip of the tail, etc., are habits unworthy of the cadet of the Great Y, from whom Type is almost unaccustomed ...
And all these damned bipeds! A squeamish kind of grimaced: it seemed to him that this terrible smell had penetrated here too. Not only stink like a cesspool, so also stubborn, stupid creatures, not wanting to do what ...
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Prologue
Yurka never thought that he would get involved in such a strong virtual friendship.
Not a day, not even two hours could have passed, so that they and Crocodile Gena would not exchange a pair of stebeches. Old Kroko was an ironic, Yuri, all the more, and the topics for communication were themselves. Actually, it was one and the same theme - the mocking shoveling of the universe upside down - which was raised every time in a new light and new circumstances.
They met by chance. Soon the day already seemed to be lost, if by ...
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Yurka never thought that he would get involved in such a strong virtual friendship.
Not a day, not even two hours could have passed, so that they and Crocodile Gena would not exchange a pair of stebeches. Old Kroko was an ironic, Yuri, all the more, and the topics for communication were themselves. Actually, it was one and the same theme - the mocking shoveling of the universe upside down - which was raised every time in a new light and new circumstances.
They met by chance. Soon the day already seemed to be lost, if by ...
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The Wedding Palace was similar to a plantation villa - with its two-story squat, petty bourgeois wings and vulgarity of bellied columns. Snow-white, he sailed through the dazzling blue of the noon with a swaggering ship, widely cutting the foam of the greenery. A crowd of commoners filled the wide square in front of him, colored with flags and gel balls, heaving banners with declarations of love to me and screaming my name in anticipation. Above them floated advertising airship.
I moved in ...
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I moved in ...
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Veronika Andreevna opened the door and for a moment was speechless. Before her stood a young Negro, and not just a dark mulatto, but a guy with black as pitch skin. - Are you renting a room? - in a bad broken Russian asked a black man and he smiled broadly with a snow-white smile of thirty-two teeth. - Y ... yes! - squeezed Veronika Alexandrovna, with difficulty coming to himself. - Yes, I rent a room, come on ... those!
The young man resolutely stepped inside the room, and the woman ...
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The young man resolutely stepped inside the room, and the woman ...
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- Take a look at the moon. Do you see how big she is today? - Diana sat on the edge of a cliff, her legs dangling over the raging river. - Never seen this. There are almost no stars in the sky because of it. She is like a lantern, almost half the sky. “Today is Full Moon.” Fascinatingly beautiful. There is not a cloud in the sky, it is pure, clear, and only she rules over all, - the young boy sat next to the girl and looked thoughtfully at the sky. - Big moon & nbsp ...
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The ray of the June sun peered into the open window, slipped on my pillow and, hitting right in the eye, woke me up with his tickling. I pushed my face to the wall and immediately realized that it was not the sun that woke me. This is a dream.
I'm still very young, playing in the sandbox. On me ...
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I'm still very young, playing in the sandbox. On me ...
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I look around at Masha's rear view when she in the kitchen with her back sculpted my favorite dumplings.A dressing gown tightly wrapped around her ass, and I note that the robe has already become too small. The car of the priest (if not called it differently) clearly increased in size over time ...
How much? For all the time that we are together. From the former figurine, from the mental representation of which once a member became my stake, there was not a trace left. The once slim Mashino body has expanded, acquired, so to speak, forms ... But I ...
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How much? For all the time that we are together. From the former figurine, from the mental representation of which once a member became my stake, there was not a trace left. The once slim Mashino body has expanded, acquired, so to speak, forms ... But I ...
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The warm spring evening strengthened my already good mood, I wandered through the sweet city towards the hotel, looking at the recently exposed slender legs of its residents. It seemed to me that they all undressed especially for me, and in general nature presented a small present, and besides, during my first day of stay, I managed to finish absolutely everything and now I can hang out and enjoy life. Beautiful women excited my imagination, and I didn't want to think about anything else, except ...
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HISTORY OF THE TENTH. Says Michael:
- I met Nastya in *** sk, where I came to work. She was my neighbor: she lived through the house from me. I paid attention to her even before our first conversation: she stood out on the “common background” background with her appearance - thoughtful ...
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- I met Nastya in *** sk, where I came to work. She was my neighbor: she lived through the house from me. I paid attention to her even before our first conversation: she stood out on the “common background” background with her appearance - thoughtful ...
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At first, it seemed to Laura that a breeze blew over her, caressing her curls, waving the fabric of her clothes. As she came to her senses, touches began to seem more realistic, more carnal. She tried to raise her head from the pillow, but could not, as if her neck and shoulders were stiff with numbness, she almost could not move, still lying on her stomach. And someone continued to touch her body through a thin fabric, sometimes running her fingers through her hair. Touches were getting faster ...
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