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Her name was ... However, everything had its time ... She was a student of the geological department and went to the nurses out of necessity. Then they did not ask for a diploma, but put before the fact: here is a half-centner of decaying flesh, and if you have the strength to mess with IT, then you are welcome. She was strong, and ...
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She always loved quality things, whether it's clothes, furniture, cars, food or tobacco. She understood that the work of hundreds of craftsmen will always be different from the muddy stream of consumer goods. And now, sitting in an excellent, beautiful armchair, she enjoyed drinking good liquor ...
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She was bad. My head was spinning, the sun was hitting the back of my head; a hand that had numbed in the morning sometimes exploded with bell-shaped pain. In the eyes of saving saving darkness, and, gathered in a fist, drove the heat short refreshing oblivion. She knew exactly what time it was, and it was worse ...
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She did not understand why they pity her, although she was used to it from birth. Her world was no worse than the other, about which she knew by hearsay. Her world was smells, sounds, touches. They told her a lot. Sometimes they shouted at her, and then she covered her ears. And her world ...
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He chased her more than once, not being embarrassed in expressions. He loved to be alone, despite the unbearable number of women forever flying at him with wings spread wide. But she was stubborn than many, and came back again and again. She was already tired of talking and looked at him from ...
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Moscow, July 9, 1998, summer cafe on Arbat Street. Constant rustle of footsteps, a cocktail of smells, the noise of hundreds of voices.
16 hours 17 minutes, the first glass of brandy (burnt, disgusting in taste and shamelessly expensive).
- Yes, sir. Well, what are you staring at? You do not see - we are koo ... Okay, gone, and ...
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16 hours 17 minutes, the first glass of brandy (burnt, disgusting in taste and shamelessly expensive).
- Yes, sir. Well, what are you staring at? You do not see - we are koo ... Okay, gone, and ...
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“Dick knows her ...” said Fatty. He was a former gangster and called Strelka “Marukha”. - Maybe spree ...
- We can, and so - said Bespaly. In a past life, he was a turner. Or the miller. What is the difference now? He was the oldest and called Arrow "daughter."
“Left us, bitch,” said ...
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- We can, and so - said Bespaly. In a past life, he was a turner. Or the miller. What is the difference now? He was the oldest and called Arrow "daughter."
“Left us, bitch,” said ...
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I called the Rat and said that I was leaving.
When he was already in the corridor, the key cracked in the lock - Papic. To someone else, Ma is sitting at home as always. And, exactly, I went in; I closed the door and looked. Strange somehow. And the coat does not take off. Drunk or something, I think ...
Here Ma from the kitchen dragged, too ...
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When he was already in the corridor, the key cracked in the lock - Papic. To someone else, Ma is sitting at home as always. And, exactly, I went in; I closed the door and looked. Strange somehow. And the coat does not take off. Drunk or something, I think ...
Here Ma from the kitchen dragged, too ...
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Erotic stories "Romance"
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