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and the only opportunity to see her was a couple, stuffed with funny knowing faces.
On the pair she appeared in a yellow blouse, with yellow pompoms in her ears, in a bright red skirt with a hammer sickle and in a red scarf on her head. "Peasant pirate, damn it," Gennady Petrovich thought, admiring her.
“Be so kind, dear model, remove your communist subbotnik from the head, otherwise he will tease our bulls,” he said when naked Dasha again arched on the platform.
“With pleasure,” Dasha replied hoarsely, casually removing her handkerchief from her head, and Gennady Petrovich felt himself turning into an icicle.
There was no hair under the handkerchief. Naked Dasha was shaved bald. Bleached stubble silver on a round pink head, reflecting the sparkles of daylight.
Dasha could not resist, and her lips, pierced with piercings, curved in a vengeful smile. Naked, made-up, triumphant, round-headed, like an alien, she was so brutally sexy that Gennady Petrovich had darkened in his head, and he grabbed the edge of the table.
Barely mastering himself, he said:
- Everybody's Free. Except Garfunsel.
Group interrogatively rustled.
- Couples will not. Yes. - He barely moved his lips.
- I dress? - there was a mocking voice.
Gennady Petrovich did not answer. The group crawled away, snorting; Dasha went behind a screen and, when the class was empty, went out from there in her yellow-red outfit:
“I have a present for you,” she said.
- One more? - grinned Gennady Petrovich.
- Yeah. Happy New Year! - she handed him a box tied with a scarlet ribbon. (The new year was scheduled in two months)
Chill from a trick, Gennady Petrovich untied the bow - and grunted: in the box lay Dasha Kosa, rolled up in a dozen or so turns, like moorings on the quay.
He clenched his fists and lifted his head, intending to vyorat all that was fluttering in him - and suddenly he saw black smudges under his eyes on his smiling face. Dasha was crying.
“You are a beast,” said Gennady Petrovich uncertainly. - You are impossible, ugly, hysterical, nutty, abnormal, silly, moronic cattle and a pervert, and a masochist, and a cret, and a scarecrow. You are a miracle in feathers, you are Durinda, aunt of a crow, chuurla, Amur parrot! You ... you ...
While he was scolding her, Dasha sobbed louder and louder - and the black smudges on her cheeks were made thicker, and the smile grew wider. And Gennady Petrovich himself felt his lips stretch into a smile, and a splashing warm fountain boiled inside ...
Cursing her, he finally could not resist - he burst out, and right there he burst out after him, and she choked up with a laugh-cry. Unable to hold back any longer, they jumped into each other’s arms and squeezed so that their bones cracked like a wrap out of flowers.
“You felt a miracle in feathers,” Gennady Petrovich repeated to her, kissing his bald head, “what have you done?” Well, what are you doing? Well, why is that? ..
- Yyyyy! ... - Dasha pulled, smearing it with tears and mascara.
- Eeeeey! - he teased and crumpled her breasts through a blouse. - You're a nightmare! You're an alien freak! Bristly, like a sow. That right now I will shave you.
Without releasing Dasha, he got a tube of cream from the portfolio, a razor, squeezed a snow caterpillar on her bald head - and began gently rubbing it on the skull, dabbing it from all sides. Round, smeared, ridiculously terrifying Dasha sobbed and blinked. Having smeared it, Gennady Petrovich reached out to the machine ... but he could not stand it and began to frantically tear off her rags. He darted Dasha, he pulled her to the floor and climbed in without undressing, and unzipped his pants, and threw out the farm right into her pussy, as tired and hungry as his elda, and pressed right up to the stop, merging with Dasha pubes, and let go at liberty, forgetting about the brakes ...
Dashkina, bald, smeared with cream, dragged his blood with tiger's claws, and Gennady Petrovich howled from cruel, tart desire, bitter and drunk, like a Swedish tincture.
“Aha, we roar with black tears,” he gloated, even though he himself sobbed like a little tot. - Here you, here you! - he fucked Dasha and rode her like a sled on the floor. “Well, well, child, bald, stupid, screaming child, does that suit you?” They were right - I seduced you, stupid psychotic child, - he puffed, drove Dash into a corner, and hessed her up to a screech, and kissed her lips, licking the salt metal of the piercing.
It was a strange sex: they wanted to grow together with their bodies, tear their skin, get into each other, and there, inside, calm down, dying with their favorite flesh. They climbed at each other, blinded by their breasts, bellies, legs, shoulders and lips; they clambered onto each other like kittens or bear cubs, and the more they burned, the more they couldn't get together. When they finished - there was little unity, and they scratched each other with their nails, and Dasha hugged Gennady Petrovich with his legs, pressing himself into him to penetrate her to the heart, and whimpering because he was close, but not all inside, her, in her body, but just stuck into it with a dick with eggs and does not fit there entirely ...
Then Gennady Petrovich shaved Dasha, bursting with strange aching bitterness.
“It's funny,” said soapy Dasha, “they accused us of this very same thing in the waiting room, and I did go there and tell them how everything is noble with you ...”
- Hmm. Nakarkali, as they say, laughed Gennady Petrovich. - Ahhhh! Again the door is not closed. Here are nightmares ...
He jumped to the door and clicked the lock.
***
On the same day Dasha moved from the hostel to Gennady Petrovich. In December, Gennady Petrovich was forced to write a leave report. He had to do some extra work, and Dasha ended up with another teacher. She brazenly skipped classes, and in the third year, when she turned eighteen, she left the institute, having left with Gennady Petrovich in the USA.
At this their tracks are lost. Once Zhora Netudykhata, an employee of Gennady Petrovich, returned from overseas and told that he had seen them in Louisville. He said that they kept the gallery there, that Dasha was still bald and in the piers, and Gennady Petrovich grew a beard and looked like a contented Karl Marx with a chocolate wrapper.
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Thank you, pleased :) As always, at the height - beautiful, exciting and literary.
And the name of the heroine case is not inspired by Simon & Garfunkel? It was also thought so because in the final the heroes leave for America.
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Norm
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Almost fell asleep, not even reading the first page. Written boring. The author seems to pull the cat by the tail. The plot is banal, teacher-student, but it was possible to describe everything beautifully. Dick and pussy, breast size 3-4 - this is a natural hack. Sick of pedophiles. Re-read your story, just carefully, like it ?, just honestly. I can not put a rating. It is a pity to put a bad one, but not good.
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Often you talk to dogs about cats, so how? what do they say? With cats about dogs did not try? Tail - erogenous zone? Zoofil? Do you like cats and dogs? or with cats and dogs? Okay, not my business. I understand, reread the story, and liked. Here's a pornographer stories are good, but self-esteem rolls. And you have my friend stories crap, or rather a story, others have not yet read.Go to the mirror and take off the crown, the size is not yours, it presses heavily on the brain, the atrophy has started, or you are right with the cats ... Fu, how ugly
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Not at all: I do not read my stories. Not when I wrote, nor when I write;)
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I already understood it. Well, you do not worry, you have not lost anything. Here, on the site, there are many good stories and worthy authors. Read, you will not regret. Good luck)))
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Well, the most worthy of them, as I understood, have not left their stories here;)
(or left, but for comments disagrees).
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You, tovarisch At the dog, it would be better to keep quiet in a rag, or where the dogs keep silent. This author writes the best on the site together, no one has such a syllable, he does not smell shit and does not smell! If not for the plot, then you can publish! Viva, Man! Bravo!!!
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Man, I understand that with my comment I stepped on your sore point, self-esteem. By the number of stories you wrote, you can see that you have been here for a long time and for a long time. Maybe I have read not your most successful story, maybe the most unsuccessful one. Anything can happen. You reserve the right to criticize other stories (for example, for a Pornograph, although you could write a negative review to him in PM), but don’t touch yours! See how many people have read your stories - ten, five, four thousand. Your rating has gone down. And look at the others. Why are they read, and the ratings are big? One author writes that they do not understand him. Chital say underdeveloped went. For himself, he writes for a loved one. You probably think so too? You also do not understand?
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It is hard for me to say what I think because I can’t have such serious feelings on this site :)
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You have 52 publications on this site, and at the same time you are trying to assure me that this is nothing more than self-indulgence for you, is it? Do you believe it yourself? You do not look like a naive youth, you are an aged man. Well, with age, nothing just happens. So you like it, unless of course you don’t pay the site, then my reasoning may not be true.
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Of course, like it :) You see, some people like even pampering;)
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I agree with you. However, it is doubtful? so that a person would get a buzz from writing stories. A person enjoys being read. The number of readers and evaluation, this is the criterion by which you can judge whether you liked the story or not. And according to reviews to draw conclusions about the errors. Writing readable stories is much more pleasant than to console yourself with the thought of the stupidity of readers. Every author has successful works, and there are not so much. Not everyone is given to admit it. And lastly: “People suffering from defects, especially in the area of the spirit, often have an exaggerated opinion about themselves. It seems that the gracious nature of all those whom she offended by her gifts of a higher order, sends self-conceit as an additional resource, balancing the lack. ”
Goethe's “Permanent importance is only a mask among
property.
Voltaire
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And in what section does the author write with the nickname Voltaire? ;)
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What kind of question, of course, in the "Older" section.
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In the section “The Rest” and “Poetry”, of course, as without poetry :-)
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Girls, stop quarreling.
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Probably you can argue endlessly, everyone has their own point of view, and everyone has different tastes. On the site I ran into several people.Cat - I respect such people, I will say more such people are respected by everyone. Zoe, a young writer, but with great potential, his next story will be, I think, at a high level. Alinka, I like how this, perhaps the youngest author writes, but lacks realism, but not enough and not enough. Alina and I have a world, and this is already great. Skuratov, he has a peculiar style, and this is more an advantage than a disadvantage. Not everyone can boast their own style. And also, he is very kind. Pornographer, he has a lot of different complexes. The last story pleased, I liked. A person is able to write. Man You walk down the street, and there the dog barks. (I didn’t even know about your existence, if the pornographer hadn’t climbed, no one was pulling you back) He would bust a couple of times in the bushes. So at first glance it seems that the person you are smart, then you realize that it only seems. Last time pricked. As you can understand yesterday, I was ready for a truce. But how to understand? than? Gorbatov and Tsitramon (even two tsitramona) - this is two schmuck, and maybe one. Well, aspirin, and there is no aspirin, now anyone will sign up with aspirin, or no one will sign up for aspirin. Maybe it was Human doing trolling, he decided to promote himself, and his intimate friend Pornographer helped him in this. Can check pornographers on stress resistance. Or maybe I'm crazy, and I have a spring exacerbation. Or maybe I'm not alone here crazy. Or maybe we are all lying in one big mental hospital, only in different wards. Or maybe a mental hospital is small, we are just small. Or maybe we are not we at all, but they. And they are us, or vice versa. All is ambiguous somehow, intricately, illusively. Here, they call everyone on the procedures, now they will write out the puncturer, and in a room, create an imperishable ...
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Bah, the same faces. The first-aid kit already plucked up the whole. Aspirin, citramon, galaperidol. The same dick only view from the side. Advertising medications. You type yourself, you swear, you reconcile, you swear again, no one will think. draw attention to yourself, huh? And who among you is aspirin, and who is tsitramon. One pornography pancake around
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You will not believe where we are ...
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nonsense is complete and you think this is normal yes all of you have to go to the doctor
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Zoron
March 6, 2013 0:29
Um ... forgive generously! Looked at the list of your works and realized that you are a venerable experienced author.
Aspirin At Dog (Guest)
March 12, 2013 16:12
You have 52 publications on this site,
Doesn't it make you think? Smacks of advertising, but not pills.
He is also a handsome Zoron and schizoid aspirin, he is a rude - dropout tsitramon, he - "passed by" haloperidol
So 3 comments, and some 33. That's the whole trick with dressing up.
So we connected, not passed by.
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Actually, I am not a validol, I encrypt it. Well, seriously. They just replace aspirin with citramon. One ebanuty, on another. Aspirin has become boring to everyone. They used to just rub each other, but you can't add the number of comments. Himself a director. People peck at a large number of comments. Public relations.
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I'm not talking about the story but about your behavior
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Agree. “You sent someone? Me? Yes you are so, sakoy. Children's garden. I did not expect from you. Cheap
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Read Skuratov better, but do not make a cheap show “pills against porn writers”
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Dog Aspirin barks, though loudly, but surely: the story is boring, for it is long. Not calculated with the exposure. Now I’ve cut it - maybe we’ll get closer to Pornoparnas :)
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Just in ahue. The level of urban sewage. Reshpekt. Look Man. Hernia has not got out. This bloat. "Your" sweet "conversation causes nausea without forcing your fingers to work." Translate
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Gentlemen, do not bring down Aspirin inspiration. I am waiting for the total mileage of his comments to exceed the length of my story. When this happens, I will rename the story to “Preface to Aspirin's monologue”;)
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Good story) At the beginning of the truth zakovyka with Siberia in the Amur region)
But this is nonsense, in general, it is pleasant and easy to read)
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Cut, now it seems to become better.
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I could not go back. I read it all again. Man can not be aspirin, he is stupid for this, here is a citramon, yes, his level. Aspirin, of course, is also not very clever, it makes no sense to argue with sheep. The story is really complete shit, but here there is a direct link, what is the author and the story. And you Aspirin advice for the future, do not touch shit - it does not stink. Good luck
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Upon mature reflection, I decided to confess, gentlemen: The onanist (guest) is me too.
:)
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I also could not stand it and what I see to you is simply a woodpecker and you know why because you are a woodpecker
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write to yourself and answer yourself is not normal
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It seems she believed ... :)
Indeed, aspirin will not help here. Calculation of the dyatlina personality is treated only with haloperidol. Everyone caught me, I ran away alone ...
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In vain admitted. it was fun to read. Verbal ananism, quiet with itself. I'm not laughing
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Gentlemen, the transition to personalities is sad and non-constructive. Man, I do not understand what caused such an avalanche in relation to you. Fair. Thanks again for the great stories!
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Do you look like a person is not in himself, or is it also a person? how is it so low with us I considered you one of the most serious authors
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Margot, I was joking :) I was just amused a little by the drug carnival, and I decided to have some fun with the respected pills.
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Margo, I am not Human :) Everything, break of logical chains. Crazy, crazy world!)) Like before April 1, far away. I went to the shelter ...
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You want to say that I'm a complete fool, huh? is i stupid I'm a fool? Yes? OK
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can all women fools? are we all fools? OK
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I like blonde. And you surely say that I am a fool too. Well, of course, I am blonde and only because I am a fool too. And I see you are the smartest here, that you can oskarl so easily
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And I am a brunette, but I love blondes and brunettes equally. And even redheads love. And therefore, just in case, I never insult either those, or others, or the third. Suddenly they are beautiful? :)
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I'll love blondes, AHA.
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are you implying that I am not beautiful
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first called a fool and now ugly. I'm ugly Yes? OK
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Very funny, ohrenet!
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I watch Human, you have not lost your time here for nothing. Write to yourself. And why do you offend Margo? She did not please you.
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the story, did not even read, read the comments, smiled. thank)
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So for comments, I don’t have to thank me, but fans :)
And do not read the story. For the impressionable is dangerous.
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Thank you for worrying about my psyche.
Ah, I thanked you and not ...)
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So if not us, it is better under the comment of the one whom. And then the naive mushinin in our face and in delusion once spit to fall :)
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I will not even argue about delusion, I can do it well ... I didn’t subscribe to anyone, because there are too many interesting comments, I don’t even want to offend anyone ...)
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After these comments, I understand that in the title of the story - one extra letter "to" :)
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* Sorry, wrong, I wanted to write - "p"
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No matter how it was there, my mood is smiley again ...))
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It's good;)
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You can't even be self-satisfied quietly - holivars here, you understand, lit up)
Taking this opportunity, I want to say thanks to Human for pleasant stories. Well, the site as a whole. Pleasant secluded internet spot)
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The man has been writing for a long time and under different nicknames on porn sites And it seems like he writes better than the vast majority of pornographers. It seems like a man graduated from school ... But he also has flaws, and therefore it is always easy to find out by company chips - he endlessly repeats the same thing: his heroines, young virgins, are excited because naked, as a rule smear (with paints, clay, mud, etc.), the very first sex is accompanied by an orgasm, they give themselves willingly and with juice, they squeal during the intima, howl, grunt, squeal ... surely they shout something like: ! The characters lisp a lot (such an impression that the author secretly desires to preschool girls, but he is embarrassed to write this), the pussy always turns out to be wet, the juice running out - and all this with devstvenitsami ... bald skull - was also ... and the same stamps endlessly repeated by the author. That is not much to write at least once about a virgin, but about a long-married woman fucking without squeals, howls and interrogations, not about publicly showing naked, not bald, and not painted with something? :)
I do not scold. Just sad that the author clearly repeats.
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Well, everything is very simple in fact: any text (both erotic and not) is created only for two reasons:
1. The author writes about what excites him.
2. The author writes that excites his customer.
Both paragraph 1 and paragraph 2, in my opinion, do not require comments :)
But with my clones, I would be very interested to meet you. Could you give me links to them?
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Well, you wrote under other nicknames - in the same spirit. It seems, moreover, that here, even on the Stool and somewhere else, I do not remember. Style, situations, plot moves - everything is the same. Unfortunately, I don’t remember all your nicknames after the passage of time - I only remember about smearing the girls with paint or dirt, screaming, squealing, rumbling, etc. :)
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It's a pity. And I was already tuned in to an intriguing acquaintance with my alter egs. Style, situations, plot moves - yes, this is evidence ... Stop! Wait a minute. Romeo and Juliet, Tristan and Isolde, Leyli and Majnun, Orpheus and Eurydice, Piram and Thisb ...
Well, the dude worked, well spread the clones! :)
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Thanks for the PERFECT story!
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I haven't laughed like that for a long time, to tears. and from comments, and from the story. how beautiful it all is!))))))))) thanks!
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But the most beautiful is the unwritten sequel;)
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I liked the story.Other stories also read with pleasure. Aspirin, be polite to others, although the note of truth is a little present, but you don’t have to go too far.
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I really don't understand some commentators. (Are you alright?)
My ex didn't like Naked and Funny, although at the same time she wanted to shoot homemade porn. And you know what? She just did not watch them.
And you, as if, someone forces you to read by force.
Since such torture does not exist in principle, it means that you read according to your will. Question - are you masochists? Or you can not write like that, and you "leave" due to the humiliation of others?
Man - thanks as always!
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comments are more interesting than the story)))
not the best story, a little tight and sometimes nudnyat.
you repeat, Man
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More precisely, repeated. Half a year ago ;)
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Well, I wish you not to repeat: P
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