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Driving up to Paris and looking out of the window of the carriage, Emma thought about how she would meet her new unfamiliar city. She was a stranger there, nobody cared about her, she was alone. Did that mean hostility awaited her? Maybe. But it was not important, because she had a case, her ...
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Currant liqueur. Sweet, like my dreams. That night came. And the words revolve in the language:
You have a son, I have only a daughter.
You have a day, I only have smoke:
Somewhere there, at the other end of the city, you sleep. Spring inflamed our blood and brought new juices to the sleeping citizens. BUT...
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You have a son, I have only a daughter.
You have a day, I only have smoke:
Somewhere there, at the other end of the city, you sleep. Spring inflamed our blood and brought new juices to the sleeping citizens. BUT...
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It all started with Greece. Rather, from the history textbook on the “Ancient World”, where they placed an illustration depicting half-naked warriors, muscular and excited by battle with each other. Who does not want to be strong and beautiful in 10-13 years? So I decided that it was time for me to do ...
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Each of us, even the latest skeptic and related to futurism (science of the future), as entertainment for fools, tries to build its future. That is, to create your own fairy tale, a fairy tale about how to live further and what you should come to at the end, where, as it should, you should always ...
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