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It was the first year. We were going to have a bro in a hostel to drink vodka. I haven’t been with him yet, so I lost my way by mixing up the floors.
Pushing the door, I found myself in a small hallway, separated from the entrance by a large closet. I ignored the clothes and stepped inside. AT...
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Pushing the door, I found myself in a small hallway, separated from the entrance by a large closet. I ignored the clothes and stepped inside. AT...
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This story took place in one of the boarding houses in the Moscow region, where students of a Moscow university went on vouchers from a trade union. They were all from the same group. But there was no serious relationship. Only my friend Dimon had met with Tamark for a couple of years. Such departures were ...
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For some reason, it is believed that students are divided into two categories: davalki and blue stockings. think up more idiocy than such a classification is difficult. If you do not believe, then let me tell you about my novels during my student years, and you will say which of these categories I am ...
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I do not smoke. But there is always a lighter at home - usually for friends, if they run out of gas, sometimes for cases like this. Putting the glass aside and appreciating the lowered level of liquid in the martini bottle, I brought her photo to the dancing light ...
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