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Gently settled in a chair, you felt a long-accumulated fatigue and a great desire to leave, to fly away from this bustling world. Having closed your eyes for a moment, you imagined my hands, which tenderly slid along your hands, the edge of your clothes and, as it were, in continuation ...
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It was a hot Saturday — thirty-five degrees in the shade. Leaves and fading yellowed grass stems tremble in the hot air. Zhanna and I have been waiting for our guys for quite a while. From nothing to do, I suddenly wanted to tell fortunes. The air in the fortune-teller's tent was heavy from ...
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getting out of the subway ... buying a bottle of water ...
I think that a person can live a week without water ... without food ... a month?
How long will I live?
thoughts ... "- I want you" ... "- and I don't have you" ... well, excuse me.
why do we have to meet? ”- well, just“ ... just just rabbits.
I feel how tense thoughts are ...
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I think that a person can live a week without water ... without food ... a month?
How long will I live?
thoughts ... "- I want you" ... "- and I don't have you" ... well, excuse me.
why do we have to meet? ”- well, just“ ... just just rabbits.
I feel how tense thoughts are ...
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Hello, dear edition. I am sending you a letter in the hope that it will be published. Thank you in advance...
I do not remember what it was in a day. I only remember, the weather was bad ... overcast, the snow was melting right before my eyes. Yes, it is not interesting to look out the window, but what then to do while sitting ...
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I do not remember what it was in a day. I only remember, the weather was bad ... overcast, the snow was melting right before my eyes. Yes, it is not interesting to look out the window, but what then to do while sitting ...
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I want to tell you one story that turned my whole life. It happened two years ago, in the summer on a hot July day. The sun was scorching, so the brains melted. I was walking along a deserted street, my old route. Usually at this time of day everyone was resting on the beach and only ...
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“Sex is a glass of cocktail. And the one and the other, no matter how you savor, but quickly ends; both equally excited and drunk ”
D. Lawrence
I'm sitting in the car at the conditional place of our first date ...
I listen to light jazz and worry a little while waiting for a meeting with you
I smoke ...
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D. Lawrence
I'm sitting in the car at the conditional place of our first date ...
I listen to light jazz and worry a little while waiting for a meeting with you
I smoke ...
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