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It happened on New Year's Eve. I then studied at the fourth year of philology.
I remember, we went to buy products on Lybidska. Like a madman, I ran through all the shops, looking for a hundred-millimeter "Camel" ... In one tedious lecture I went to the toilet. They smoked here. Asked for a cigarette ...
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I remember, we went to buy products on Lybidska. Like a madman, I ran through all the shops, looking for a hundred-millimeter "Camel" ... In one tedious lecture I went to the toilet. They smoked here. Asked for a cigarette ...
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almost real story from the common life of the late 80s
It was a long time ago, when the summer was warmer, the water was wetter, and you could live a day on the ruble, without particularly restricting yourself. Or maybe it was just when we were younger and sharper. Yes, a lot of years have passed, barely walking then ...
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It was a long time ago, when the summer was warmer, the water was wetter, and you could live a day on the ruble, without particularly restricting yourself. Or maybe it was just when we were younger and sharper. Yes, a lot of years have passed, barely walking then ...
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By the third year in the correspondence department of the philology department, which was called either the faculty of brides or the kingdom of women, only two boys remained. Brunette Roma was considered an enviable bridegroom, and blond Tolik did not use success among classmates: he was considered a “boy-girlfriend” and did not ...
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