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The beauty floated down the street in her high heels as if she was born with them, and everything that was above them moved unusually rhythmically and harmoniously. She was dressed in a tight-fitting black short dress, narrow to the middle of the pelvis, and the last twenty centimeters down ...
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Interesting stories happen sometimes on business trips. Here is one of them. As the saying goes: Believe it or not.
Stas and Zhenya arrived in the city of N in the morning, issued the necessary documents at the enterprise, agreed to work for tomorrow and went to get settled with housing. In the company of them ...
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Stas and Zhenya arrived in the city of N in the morning, issued the necessary documents at the enterprise, agreed to work for tomorrow and went to get settled with housing. In the company of them ...
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It was summer, at the beginning of June. As you know, at this time all students begin the session, and the idlers, to whom the author of these lines also belongs, have a pipe. For a week you need to otmazatsya six months of fun life ... Tosca. But everything would be fine, but unexpectedly to me ...
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"All women are" B ... ". And which are not “B ...”, everything is exactly “B ..." in the soul ”- says the well-known Russian proverb. I cannot with one hundred percent certainty assert the validity of this proverb, but cases that are happening more and more often to me recently , are irrefutable ...
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Well, I slept well, the whole dream was of this content: “I dream of a city in Russia, where I spent my childhood and youth, I meet a very beautiful Jewish woman, she is about 17 years old, but for her age she already matured, her breasts swelled bulging forward as if asking for affection, and the whole of it ...
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Tonight I'm going to the subway, standing. On the contrary, half a meter, a girl of 19 years.
Is sitting. Dressed in a white blouse with a single low button and, above, a light leather jacket.
We are going. People come and go. I “read” Murakami. She is also “immersed” in some kind of reading.
“I read” - precisely ...
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Is sitting. Dressed in a white blouse with a single low button and, above, a light leather jacket.
We are going. People come and go. I “read” Murakami. She is also “immersed” in some kind of reading.
“I read” - precisely ...
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Obeying an inaudible signal, the gates opened. Automatic garage, elevator straight from there, clean and in the mirrors, no urine smell, no bugs ... Probably not.
When the door swung open, we found ourselves on a wide platform, more like an art gallery. There are portraits on the walls ...
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When the door swung open, we found ourselves on a wide platform, more like an art gallery. There are portraits on the walls ...
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She leaves again ... And again alone ... I don’t want to enter the compartment. She is standing in the aisle of the car and looking thoughtfully out the window. It's sad to part with this city again. It's sad to shake the train again, because usually these trips do not bring her anything good. However, nothing ...
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