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And it has managed to get into this story! After all, how many times the mother repeated: “All men are goats, you can never rely on them, you will clear up your own shoals by yourself!”. Mother knew what she was talking about - Valka had seen these men many times, talking gallantly over an evening glass and quietly sneaking towards the exit door in the mornings. All of them were, as it seemed to her, one person and differed from each other only by names and patronymic names, and, perhaps, by the color that looked out from under ...
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In this chapter I will tell you about one of the most beautiful and charming mummies that we had. We called her Mama-laughter, for her charming smile and cute laugh. She always giggled shyly when embarrassed. Her name was Elena. We met in the beautiful city of Samara. The three of us arrived there: Slavik (director), me and my faithful partner Oleg. She responded to our ad by SMS. Then, at our request, sent her photos on ...
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Ashley Peters stood up laughingly surrounded by friends in the courtyard of the school in front of the fountain. The girls were bored and sought out some sacrifice for their not always good jokes. Even among this group of the sleek beautiful (most beautiful) girls of the Ashley School stood out. She was half a head taller than the rest. But without the clumsiness so characteristic of tall girls. The most important places on her body were pleasantly and proportionally distinguished by the bulge and roundness. In particular, she had amazing enough ...
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It was dawn outside. Svetlana opened her eyes, tore her nipped cheek off the table, not knowing why yet, but she felt bad. An unpleasant chill ran down his neck from neck to tailbone. And after looking, with still dull, sleepy eyes at the monitor, the notebook-a felt that the worst had happened. In the center of the screen blinked red inscription: Margin Call - the worst nightmare of all currency traders. After she realized that she had nothing on the account, except a tiny amount of a few dollars, a kitchen, a window ...
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So my first night at a new place, having come to the forest, thought that I would spend it by the fire, thinking of the high and watching the stars, but everything turned out quite differently. After sending out a curious guest, he took out of the bag of the heels of the drives, conjured a little, and now the dome of the spacious tent was spread over my head. The materialized energy is stylized under a thick and dense fabric that is absolutely impenetrable to sound, wind and temperature, a magic lantern glows dimly at the very top, creating a very cozy inside ...
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The phone was silent for a week. The first three days, Alice was attached, waiting for a call or a message from Herman. On the fourth I was worried in earnest ... Every now and then I was grabbing the phone, listening for a long beast for a long time. On the fifth, she did not find a place, meaninglessly walked from corner to corner, which was evident to everyone. “Has our Lisonie got sick,” colleagues whispered, “or maybe she has some kind of grief, or an emergency?” Seeing her excited state, the chief let her go.
Wandering around the shops aimlessly, breathing in gas polluted air ...
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Wandering around the shops aimlessly, breathing in gas polluted air ...
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Luka sat behind the wheel of his Audi and, lowering the salon mirror, gave himself a critical glance: disheveled as hell from hell. He pulled his tie, straightened his shirt, smoothed his unruly hair with his five. We'll have to go to work like that, because to return home to clean up, there is no time left at all, and he hasn’t been dragged into the mansion lately, when so many people were spinning endlessly, and everyone seemed to feel there like at home ...
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- PalPalych! There Sysyastik bare ass sparkles!
Shouting me through the open door, Seryoga Pikachulin rushed to carry the news further. It’s not a matter of course for a tenth-grader to talk with the school’s director, but this particular tenth-grader was born the ministerial’s son, so he was inviolable. Throwing him out of my head, I jumped up anxiously and rushed to the Sisyastika class. At the cherished door already crowded the people. Our school was pre-revolutionary, with windows above the doors ...
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Shouting me through the open door, Seryoga Pikachulin rushed to carry the news further. It’s not a matter of course for a tenth-grader to talk with the school’s director, but this particular tenth-grader was born the ministerial’s son, so he was inviolable. Throwing him out of my head, I jumped up anxiously and rushed to the Sisyastika class. At the cherished door already crowded the people. Our school was pre-revolutionary, with windows above the doors ...
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