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Everything goes to this, and it is clear to both what one wants, but he hesitates, fearing failure, and she, fearing that he will break down and lose respect for himself. Though it sounds strange, but education has imposed its own stereotypes. She feels that time is against, and his presence makes one feel ...
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(fragment from the book of army memoirs "(Intro) mission")
What a wonderful city, this Minsk! February, and with it, winter was nearing its end. The city was light from the sun and cold from the cold. The territory of the hospital, as befits the main medical facility in the republic, was ...
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What a wonderful city, this Minsk! February, and with it, winter was nearing its end. The city was light from the sun and cold from the cold. The territory of the hospital, as befits the main medical facility in the republic, was ...
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There were grandfather and baba
Fucked like grandfather babu
And they wanted new sensations
they went to the kitchen
And let's grandfather woman fuck,
And that pirazhok cook
Fortunately for women, the cake turned out quickly,
Well, grandfather sperm came inadvertently.
HERE AND THE BEGINNING OF A STORY.
The next morning's all ...
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Fucked like grandfather babu
And they wanted new sensations
they went to the kitchen
And let's grandfather woman fuck,
And that pirazhok cook
Fortunately for women, the cake turned out quickly,
Well, grandfather sperm came inadvertently.
HERE AND THE BEGINNING OF A STORY.
The next morning's all ...
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The escape
Strongly pressed the stomach, I wanted to eat. Boris fumbled through his pockets and, finding nothing, sat down on a low boulder under a steep bank, dropping his bare feet into a freezing mountain stream. In less than a day, he left the fast train at a small Siberian station, far from ...
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Strongly pressed the stomach, I wanted to eat. Boris fumbled through his pockets and, finding nothing, sat down on a low boulder under a steep bank, dropping his bare feet into a freezing mountain stream. In less than a day, he left the fast train at a small Siberian station, far from ...
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GARY BRANDNER
Skip's hands tightened to his sides, his legs stuck together, his body turned to stone. He was carried to the throat of the cave, dark, wet, mysterious. He tried to speak, shout, but no sound escaped from the squeezed chest. Not a single sound.
* * *
Three hours earlier Skip ...
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Skip's hands tightened to his sides, his legs stuck together, his body turned to stone. He was carried to the throat of the cave, dark, wet, mysterious. He tried to speak, shout, but no sound escaped from the squeezed chest. Not a single sound.
* * *
Three hours earlier Skip ...
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