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So waking up the next morning, I went to make breakfast. At 9 o'clock in the morning everyone came for breakfast, and I examined everyone with my view of the hunter. Two women sat at one of the tables and talked about something. I began to examine them. One was blanchinka with blue eyes. Breast with her ...
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Knock on the door.
- Yes, come in. What is your question?
- We are on the job ad.
- Clear. Sit down. Are you husband and wife?
- Yes.
- What is your name, how old are you?
- I - [...], I [...] years, and [...] - [...].
- What is your education, what did you finish?
- [...] and [...].
- Good. And before they worked ...
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- Yes, come in. What is your question?
- We are on the job ad.
- Clear. Sit down. Are you husband and wife?
- Yes.
- What is your name, how old are you?
- I - [...], I [...] years, and [...] - [...].
- What is your education, what did you finish?
- [...] and [...].
- Good. And before they worked ...
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That day, the gentlemen left for the city, to the house of Don Avares Stemton. Stemton received the post of chief judge of the city and invited all influential people to celebrate this event. And the young Don Alberto, a dissolute young man who is not distinguished by either decency or education ...
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Lyubka was arrested during a raid. In a gray dim cell of Romensky Gestapo, where she was pushed by a security guard, the girl was met by a woman of about thirty in a short skirt and elegant, but already spotted with a light blouse and a teenage girl in a simple calico dress. Both at once ...
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Two minutes ago, he was lying next to the girl from the bar in her apartment, pressing his lips to her hardened nipples, and now he goes to the telephone booth on the other side of the street. Just two minutes ago! And in his head, they stretched for a thousand years. Yes, he already forgot about what happened ...
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My friends and I sat near the porch and drank beer, chatted about our own - generally relaxed. Then my neighbor in the staircase Margarita Iosifovna appeared, and then it began ...
“Here, you loafers, do not do anything, drink beer, sit on the neck of their parents ...” and in that spirit ...
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“Here, you loafers, do not do anything, drink beer, sit on the neck of their parents ...” and in that spirit ...
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2. Sir Stephen O. lived on the island of St. Louis, in an old beautiful house. Her apartment was under the roof. Of the four rooms, two were facing south. Balconies were made right on the slope of the roof. One of these rooms served as the bedroom O., and the second, filled with bookcases with books ...
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