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Our life is arranged like a new highway, on which you fly in your limousine and do not notice those irregularities that you do not feel, but you know that they, unfortunately, are there and sometimes become the cause of our death. You cheerfully sing the music from the operetta "Silva" and rejoice in it, and the road repeats the same thing: "Do not drive ... There is a fossa, and here ... and there, far away there is such a dimple that your car will not overcome . You do not hear this, but for some reason the brain repeats this same thing, until the driver ...
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It happened in those days when women were extremely frivolous in love, and men willingly helped them with this. The fifty-year-old former military man, and then an officer in the reserve, was hired into one solid institution of housing and communal services, which supervised the housing departments subordinate to him. At first, the former military was taken to the post of civil defense engineer of the district housing department, where he tried to set up work so that the city authorities had a reason to move him further up the career ladder. Engineer...
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I left the building. Obviously was upset by something. To the right, five steps away from me was a woman of about forty.
I was about to go back home, when I heard that the girls to my left were discussing the poster loudly. I listened to:
- There she is!
- Where?
- There she is! That woman in a leather jacket and leggings.
I forced myself to go back and look at the poster. He was adorned with that woman, about forty years old, with an excellent chest, dancing some kind of dance unknown to me.
I was suddenly drawn to her, pulled to tell about ...
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I was about to go back home, when I heard that the girls to my left were discussing the poster loudly. I listened to:
- There she is!
- Where?
- There she is! That woman in a leather jacket and leggings.
I forced myself to go back and look at the poster. He was adorned with that woman, about forty years old, with an excellent chest, dancing some kind of dance unknown to me.
I was suddenly drawn to her, pulled to tell about ...
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This is my first story. I hope you will like it first of all lovely girls.
When you read it, imagine that you are in a cozy room with me or your lover :)
P. S. At first I wrote this story as a fantasy, and then I managed to turn it into reality. It was a girl with whom he met on a dating site, she had a life partner, but she wanted more and after she read this story, she agreed to a meeting. And did not regret it !!!
And so begin ...
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When you read it, imagine that you are in a cozy room with me or your lover :)
P. S. At first I wrote this story as a fantasy, and then I managed to turn it into reality. It was a girl with whom he met on a dating site, she had a life partner, but she wanted more and after she read this story, she agreed to a meeting. And did not regret it !!!
And so begin ...
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She came to him, as usual to drink a beer, chat about this and that. It was late, she did not want to go home, but he still spoke and spoke about his ex-girlfriend - oh my God, how she got tired of it. His gaze from alcohol clouded over, the pictures of the former girl were over. Now he was looking at ...
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Professor Ivan Nikolaevich loved wealth and the life corresponding to it.But at the dawn of his youth, when he was still a medical student, he had nothing but a briefcase with which he ran to the institute. In those days, it was rare for someone to stretch out his hand to a beautiful, but alien property, realizing that someone would hardly thank him for stealing such a thing. But women, oh, these women, they always and everywhere contradicted the men standing in the property of others, as knights at the crossroads, wondering how much they can give for ...
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Chapter 3 - No, Holy Father, I don’t need it anymore, - Mark covered with his mighty hand the fragile mouth of a crystal (probably) pile.
The chaplain was offended.
- What does not mean? - the priest said. “I’m drinking you or something?” - (“Is this really a drink?” - thought the holy father) - I ...
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The chaplain was offended.
- What does not mean? - the priest said. “I’m drinking you or something?” - (“Is this really a drink?” - thought the holy father) - I ...
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