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I then worked as a boss. I had a department and seven subordinates: six women and a man. The company was engaged in the manufacture of ..., however, this is exactly the case and does not apply.
She came to the department when I worked for a year and a half.
Young specialist, young woman: slim, beautiful. Curly, shoulder length, light brown hair, gray, with a blue steel luster, eyes, straight, neat nose and lips, in shape, slightly thinner than natural, always, as if stubbornly, pursed.
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She came to the department when I worked for a year and a half.
Young specialist, young woman: slim, beautiful. Curly, shoulder length, light brown hair, gray, with a blue steel luster, eyes, straight, neat nose and lips, in shape, slightly thinner than natural, always, as if stubbornly, pursed.
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{♂ 35 ♀} - Vasily Petrovich, well tell me how you slept with the first woman, - asked my papa. - Oh ... it was a hundred years ago and I don’t remember the details ... I remember that it was my friend Mishka’s sister. It was a new year, we were about ... twenty years old. Night pollutions and dry tits relieved tension in the pants. Mishka asked to persuade my little sister to be at our gathering too. He said that he would bring his sister Alenka. She was older than us by ...
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This time, we, or me, were both expected and met. I personally met Carl!
When I dismounted, having approached the gate, he walked toward me, smiling and holding out both hands to greet.
I looked at Karl with surprise: he shaved his beard and grew a couple of feet *, for he was now the same height as me!
We embraced, patting each other's shoulders.
And I could not resist - Karla Petrovich, but what about the beard? - Eeeh prince! - Carla curled up - What's the use of her if ...
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When I dismounted, having approached the gate, he walked toward me, smiling and holding out both hands to greet.
I looked at Karl with surprise: he shaved his beard and grew a couple of feet *, for he was now the same height as me!
We embraced, patting each other's shoulders.
And I could not resist - Karla Petrovich, but what about the beard? - Eeeh prince! - Carla curled up - What's the use of her if ...
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I came to the factory before the new year. Before that, after working for eight months as a security guard (at night) in a supermarket, he quit and earned with courseworkers and control men. Of course, it was possible to combine them, but a lot of orders came up before the new year, and I quit. Two days later a friend called
- Where are you working now?
- Nowhere, at home I sit
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- Where are you working now?
- Nowhere, at home I sit
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- So, on the agenda of the new issue! - solemnly announced Igor, when they sat down at the table of the summer cafe, tired after a long workout. - Go ahead. - Sergey took a sip of non-alcoholic beer and leaned back in his chair. He was older than Lehi and Igor, but somehow he immediately joined their company. - What is the priority: boobs or ass?
This one as always. - Tits! - Seryoga confidently cried out and the entire female half, sitting in a cafe, as if by
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This one as always. - Tits! - Seryoga confidently cried out and the entire female half, sitting in a cafe, as if by
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About Zinka
I will show Zinka fuckyou!
Believe it or not!
I will plant Zinka in the ass
And fuck (!), Half to death!
Fucking Zinka the third hour!
Fucking Zink in reserve!
She's not eight years old!
And the former Zinkin, fagot!
Cute was the iconostasis,
On fagot a crush, and Zinku ... threw
He is all brutal and cool
And it looked a lot like James Bond
Girlfriend chose not sucks:
Here is a bitch (!) - poured Jockonda!
Ebu I Zinku not the first time.
Well, I don't remember the times at which
And though not Bond, and not cool
Not this way...
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I will show Zinka fuckyou!
Believe it or not!
I will plant Zinka in the ass
And fuck (!), Half to death!
Fucking Zinka the third hour!
Fucking Zink in reserve!
She's not eight years old!
And the former Zinkin, fagot!
Cute was the iconostasis,
On fagot a crush, and Zinku ... threw
He is all brutal and cool
And it looked a lot like James Bond
Girlfriend chose not sucks:
Here is a bitch (!) - poured Jockonda!
Ebu I Zinku not the first time.
Well, I don't remember the times at which
And though not Bond, and not cool
Not this way...
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The fact that the passion for risk does not lead his son to anything good, Roman knew for a long time, but it was difficult to influence the young man. Sasha has always been like this: energetic, fun, restless. He loved speed, loved height, and everything that was somehow connected with danger.This adrenaline addiction eventually turned into a tragedy for the whole family.
Roman himself went to the identification of the body. In what was left of Sasha, a man hardly recognized his son. - How? - he asked at the exit ...
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Roman himself went to the identification of the body. In what was left of Sasha, a man hardly recognized his son. - How? - he asked at the exit ...
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She walked along the seashore. Without food. Without sleep. Without water. Barefoot. In rags. Old shabby bag on the shoulder.
On the left is the sea and on the right are the rocks that run up to the very sky, black as thunder. When the forces left her, she just stopped, straightened the strand of her long black hair, staring at her toes. On the scratched nails. On thin blue veins on tanned skin. In the black sky the bird cried.
- You have? - she heard an insinuating male voice, raised her head, looking into ...
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On the left is the sea and on the right are the rocks that run up to the very sky, black as thunder. When the forces left her, she just stopped, straightened the strand of her long black hair, staring at her toes. On the scratched nails. On thin blue veins on tanned skin. In the black sky the bird cried.
- You have? - she heard an insinuating male voice, raised her head, looking into ...
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Empty bar of the middle hand. Small, in the spirit of the fifties of the twentieth century. Behind the counter, a puny bald bartender is rubbing his glasses. On the wall opposite the entrance the clock shows 4 hours and minutes.
The doorbell is ringing. A nice tall guy comes in, young, in jeans and a sweater with a drawn collar. The bartender waving his hand affably to him and, without asking, pours a cup of espresso coffee.
Sitting on a high stool at the end of the bar, the guy is interested: - Fritz, you do not know, Monica ...
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The doorbell is ringing. A nice tall guy comes in, young, in jeans and a sweater with a drawn collar. The bartender waving his hand affably to him and, without asking, pours a cup of espresso coffee.
Sitting on a high stool at the end of the bar, the guy is interested: - Fritz, you do not know, Monica ...
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1976, September
Today, eighteen-year-old Seryozhka Skvortsov returned from vocational schools earlier than usual. No, he was not a truant and he was not a headwalker, but today he left the last two classes. Today was a special day. In the corridor, throwing the knapsack on the floor and hastily unwrapped, the young man hurried to the living room.
He ran up to the big, four-legged, old radio receiver and began to turn the knob, getting to the coveted frequency. He remembered these numbers better than the multiplication table, at this frequency ...
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Today, eighteen-year-old Seryozhka Skvortsov returned from vocational schools earlier than usual. No, he was not a truant and he was not a headwalker, but today he left the last two classes. Today was a special day. In the corridor, throwing the knapsack on the floor and hastily unwrapped, the young man hurried to the living room.
He ran up to the big, four-legged, old radio receiver and began to turn the knob, getting to the coveted frequency. He remembered these numbers better than the multiplication table, at this frequency ...
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