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Moscow met Vadim with warm sunny weather. At home - in the native northern capital of the republic at night it was still freezing, during the day it was thawing intensively so that by nightfall it would freeze again. Dirty drifts piled up all around, gradually diminishing and revealing light from their depths ...
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In the evening he rang the doorbell of the Svetkina apartment. The hostess herself opened, cordially inviting the guest to the kitchen, to taste what God had sent. Before he could start his meal, Petrovich felt the face of Svetlana with greedy eyes.
She was wearing a transparent white blouse, through which ...
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She was wearing a transparent white blouse, through which ...
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The weekend passed ... I thought about Kate all the time, recalled her tender legs, her moans sounded in her ears ...
I sit in the office, in thoughtfulness I knock on the keys. The door quietly opens, Katya appears slightly embarrassed.
- What are you doing?
- Yes, so - paperwork ... How are you ...
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I sit in the office, in thoughtfulness I knock on the keys. The door quietly opens, Katya appears slightly embarrassed.
- What are you doing?
- Yes, so - paperwork ... How are you ...
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Vlada is sitting in front of me, watching with excitement as I admire sketches with admiration. Finally, I set aside her drawings, and look up at her.
- Well, what can you say?
- Vlada, I do not even know what to say. It's just the top. You're a couturier no worse than Yudashkin. Why are there Yudashkin, you're better ...
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- Well, what can you say?
- Vlada, I do not even know what to say. It's just the top. You're a couturier no worse than Yudashkin. Why are there Yudashkin, you're better ...
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