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In one of my stories, I touched the theme of my school years, now I want to continue this direction and tell another interesting story.
The last quarter is the shortest by the number of training hours, but the longest in sensation. the street has long been hot, green grass, the sun and I want not to sit at the school desk, but to walk, have fun and relax. In general, live! And when this long-awaited moment comes, when the class teacher gives out diaries with ...
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The last quarter is the shortest by the number of training hours, but the longest in sensation. the street has long been hot, green grass, the sun and I want not to sit at the school desk, but to walk, have fun and relax. In general, live! And when this long-awaited moment comes, when the class teacher gives out diaries with ...
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I stood by my compartment and looked at the monotonous evening landscape running through the window of the train. Exam behind, documents filed in the university, and nothing prevents me from enjoying the trip to the south. Sorry, my boyfriend and I broke up, but our relationship and the road was there - he always wanted closeness, but something constantly stopped me at the last moment. Well, he did not start me! As a result, I was still a virgin. It was, in general, amazing, so with my appearance by the attention of the guys I ...
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Violetta Arnoldovna was a virgin. What can I say, lucky man, not only the rare name of the patronymic, but also the physiological state promises enticing discoveries on the path of life. However, dear reader, these were not all the features of Violetta Arnoldovna. The next on the list was the age of our heroine, she was not less than thirty-five years old at the time of the story. Here is a rare instance hit by the narrator.
Call this woman, and in other women whether, let's all ...
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Prologue
Black, silent, booming from a desolate city. Like a cave.
Here it is at half past night.
"Since there is no one, there is nothing to be afraid of ..."
Laura stomped home from a friend. Ancestors left, leaving her on the farm. Of course, she put on a skirt half a meter shorter, protruded Lenka for three hours longer and poured a beer and a half more bottles than usual.
The extravaganza never came, and disappointed Laura tried to fill her up, thinking about how she went through the night ... well, Manhattan, or there ...
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Black, silent, booming from a desolate city. Like a cave.
Here it is at half past night.
"Since there is no one, there is nothing to be afraid of ..."
Laura stomped home from a friend. Ancestors left, leaving her on the farm. Of course, she put on a skirt half a meter shorter, protruded Lenka for three hours longer and poured a beer and a half more bottles than usual.
The extravaganza never came, and disappointed Laura tried to fill her up, thinking about how she went through the night ... well, Manhattan, or there ...
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I woke up in the morning, or rather, it was already at about 10.30, not in a very fresh state. My head ached, though not as much as I could have expected; here the dry horse was serious, the mouth was like a cat, the head was muddy. I woke up on a bed in a room allocated to me, covered with a sheet. I remember, I just lay down yesterday and didn’t hide, the sheet was neatly folded next to it. Interestingly, this is how I managed to hide at night or Lena got up and took care of me. As befits a young man, in the morning ...
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I flew the usual fine autumn day, I sat alone in the park, and as a diligent freshman I was preparing for the upcoming seminar. In my hands I held a synopsis and looked at a lecture written yesterday. However, my thoughts were far from the educational material. The only thing I'm talking about ...
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Paulina, as she remembered herself, was a nun at a convent at St. Louis abbey. She was devout, modest, but without a false denial of all worldly things. Knowing well about the affairs of the laity, she did not accept them, living her life as a recluse, not knowing the other joys of life, except prayer and unhurried monastic labor. Perhaps, she didn’t even know how attractive she was for the opposite sex: a gentle blonde with velvety clear skin, with an elastic maiden breast of the 2nd size, long ...
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The named brother of Yuri, Eugene and the named sister of Alice, Anastasia are coming together finally. Guys deprive innocence of 20-year-old Margo. No, not the queen ... Just a niece of school friend Aigul.
- Vera Sergeyevna. Lieutenant Zemlytsin worries you, with a checkpoint at the entrance to the city. A car drove past us with the numbers of the neighboring area.
- Thank you, Kolya. - Vera disconnected from communication. “Your Dasha has arrived early, Victor.” And we haven't returned yet. Well...
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- Vera Sergeyevna. Lieutenant Zemlytsin worries you, with a checkpoint at the entrance to the city. A car drove past us with the numbers of the neighboring area.
- Thank you, Kolya. - Vera disconnected from communication. “Your Dasha has arrived early, Victor.” And we haven't returned yet. Well...
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A couple of months, in the summer, the individual championship of the region was held, to which the best athletes from our region were invited. Among them we are with Natasha. But when we arrived at the regional radio club, the other athletes had already flown away. The head of the club assured us that we are included in the application. But once were late, we must catch up. He told us how to get to DOSAAF in an unfamiliar city in order to go through the credentials committee and get directions to the hotel. We were lucky to have a plane. Arriving at ...
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