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When I die, there will be no one to write my obituary, because everyone who knew me either died, or became big officials, some became an enemy. Of course, perhaps someone will come out who you don’t expect, of whom you don’t think, and who you didn’t notice, and he will. But most likely - no. And if they say, then ...
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Out of plan
His name was Eugene. By the way he looked he was about twenty-five, twenty-seven years old. Medium height, it’s impossible to say that he was plump, but you can’t call him thin either. The hair is dark, the color of the eyes was closer to green.
When he worked as a programmer, and ...
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His name was Eugene. By the way he looked he was about twenty-five, twenty-seven years old. Medium height, it’s impossible to say that he was plump, but you can’t call him thin either. The hair is dark, the color of the eyes was closer to green.
When he worked as a programmer, and ...
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That day I arrived home late in the evening, together with the head of my mother-in-law, we tried all the holes of Raisa Dementevna, and finally, in the vagina, the mother-in-law put a bottle of champagne. We drove home with the mother-in-law together, she said that the test would be drunk today and she asked ...
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It was already quite late when Uncle Tolya was returning from work. The full moon shone brightly, illuminating the sleepy streets of the city. Despite his age, Uncle Tolya moved quickly and briskly, whistling a childish tune under his breath. He smiled at the night city, the bright moon ...
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