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In Maruggio, the current resort, and in the recent past, a sleepy little town in southern Italy, near Taranto, every street boy will tell you a legend about Atranio and Camille, local saints.
Atranio and Camille have become a kind of brand of the town. On March 8, on the day of their commemoration, bells are ringing in all the churches of the city, long lines of newlyweds are lining up to the temples, wishing to get married on that day, and the grooms retell the bridal love story of Atranio and Kamilli for the millionth time.
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Atranio and Camille have become a kind of brand of the town. On March 8, on the day of their commemoration, bells are ringing in all the churches of the city, long lines of newlyweds are lining up to the temples, wishing to get married on that day, and the grooms retell the bridal love story of Atranio and Kamilli for the millionth time.
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An hour later - another they came to a vast clearing, in the middle of a wonderful grove. From the center of the clearing, a tall stone finger ascended into heaven. This rock in height reached forty meters, and narrowing to the top, created the impression of a huge needle. Anastasia enchanted looked at ...
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I woke up in the middle of an incomprehensible haze. Everything around was drawn into a translucent dark fog, nothing could be seen beyond three meters. I could not remember anything, nor how did I get here, nor even what was my name. As if my memory is erased. I shouted "Is there anyone here?", But there was no answer, I felt that I was lying on ...
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The week was very busy. Pavel was busy training and stretching a new apologist for corrupt sex. Time was running out, because after three weeks, upon arrival at the final destination, it should have been transferred to the main place of work, to another ship. The Corporation does not welcome admission to the position of civilian prostitutes. But here, far from civilization, the whore was urgently needed and the clever people in the office decided that it was more profitable to send what they had at hand from the nearest place. By this ...
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- Mr. Brooke? Miss Cornby? Everything is good? I ask in the car.
- Where are we ...
“I'll take you to Professor Lawley.” Don't worry, you will like him. Please sit down.
Dave and Miranda, bending down, got into the car, and she drove off. A rainy night rustled around. Lights of all shades and colors danced behind the glasses, spreading out along with the rain. Dave still didn’t believe that he embraces the living Miranda, thin, wet, like him.
“Miranda,” he whispered, ruffling his wet hair.
“Mmmm,” she mooed ...
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- Where are we ...
“I'll take you to Professor Lawley.” Don't worry, you will like him. Please sit down.
Dave and Miranda, bending down, got into the car, and she drove off. A rainy night rustled around. Lights of all shades and colors danced behind the glasses, spreading out along with the rain. Dave still didn’t believe that he embraces the living Miranda, thin, wet, like him.
“Miranda,” he whispered, ruffling his wet hair.
“Mmmm,” she mooed ...
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"... They lived happily ever after, and died on the same day." These words ended the next novel.
- Yo fuck! Nahuymudoebat! ... - the book flew to the floor, sprawling pink cover up. Petraha threw it so that the sofa swayed with a jerk.
Loy Petraha, Tyschka Glavnishchi * khaernskogo garrison, hated pink novels. He hated love snot, hated romance, ahs, ooh and sweet happy ending. And it was completely incomprehensible why he avidly read these novels, after reading almost everything ...
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- Yo fuck! Nahuymudoebat! ... - the book flew to the floor, sprawling pink cover up. Petraha threw it so that the sofa swayed with a jerk.
Loy Petraha, Tyschka Glavnishchi * khaernskogo garrison, hated pink novels. He hated love snot, hated romance, ahs, ooh and sweet happy ending. And it was completely incomprehensible why he avidly read these novels, after reading almost everything ...
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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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After a successful start, I decided to climb as high as possible and improve the larynx and mouth. The decision was a symbiosis of practical meaning and curiosity. On the one hand, the ability to swallow did not interfere with the work of excessive excitement, on the other - it is interesting, is it really possible to fit objects of this size in my throat too. When I watched the work of Strawberry and Ebony during the oral period, it seemed to me that they had discovered the secret of the fifth dimension, where they hide the excess.
Knowing that it will hurt ...
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Knowing that it will hurt ...
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- Hey! Hey! Be careful, you kick me all the time.
What kind of people! Generally a nightmare. The boys, they generally got it. They can't pass by calmly. Yes, and cold as. Would anyone have given food to eat. Eat ... Anything ...
Yes, I did not think so before ...
I went to chic restaurants with ...
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What kind of people! Generally a nightmare. The boys, they generally got it. They can't pass by calmly. Yes, and cold as. Would anyone have given food to eat. Eat ... Anything ...
Yes, I did not think so before ...
I went to chic restaurants with ...
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