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The southern night in late autumn, thick as dark young wine, was drunk and stirred up consciousness. Silence. Already lay down in the winter hibernation of the low season the resort town, even the cars do not tear the sticky web of this silence. I love to walk at this last, darkest, predawn hour, and it is at this time of year. Just walk in thought, thinking about something of your own, scaring in the rays of lonely night lanterns of half-blinded night moths. And that day it was almost the same. Except for one ...
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Since Lizka got her revenge, about a couple of weeks have passed. Having lived this time with her, I realized that “as before” to be with her will no longer work. Lizka tried to do everything the same way as before our mutual betrayals, but I understood that this all turns out to be a bit ridiculous and artificial - not really. Inside myself, I scrolled revenge on Lizkin, angry at her, at myself. I became jerky and nervous, referred to problems at work, but he continued to turn himself. And so, at one moment, I realized that ...
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I woke up from a wild headache. Opening my cutting eyes, I immediately caught the word "morning helicopter." The stomach began to turn out. I, knocking down all the objects on my way, rushed to the toilet. After a couple of minutes spent in an embrace with the toilet, it became much easier. My head cleared a little and I was able to sketch out the events of last night fragmentary. - Sanya, here, goat! - I strained hard - To the devils you fucked! You and your birthday!
I explain - Sanya is my bosom friend even with ...
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Since everything happened a long time ago - twenty years have passed, I will not hide names, but I will write everything as it was.
I was living in a dormitory with my first wife, Marinka. I had her beautiful — a tall brunette with a long square shoulder-length, with beautiful brown eyes, a little plump in her thighs, but overall not at all full. Marina had a flat tummy, an excellent figure - an “hourglass” and a beautiful chest, somewhere “two and a half”. Jealous, I had it, just horror. I'm in ...
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I was living in a dormitory with my first wife, Marinka. I had her beautiful — a tall brunette with a long square shoulder-length, with beautiful brown eyes, a little plump in her thighs, but overall not at all full. Marina had a flat tummy, an excellent figure - an “hourglass” and a beautiful chest, somewhere “two and a half”. Jealous, I had it, just horror. I'm in ...
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I came from the army, and I was met only by a locked apartment door with changed locks. Although I had the right to knock out this unfortunate door and enter the apartment in which I was registered, I did not do this. The locked door was a peculiar sign to me - “you are not expected here!”
The fact is that in front of the army, I squabbled with my mother because of her next lover. I was sympathetic to the fact that after the death of the father, the mother began to bring the men home, but so that they dare to command me ...
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The fact is that in front of the army, I squabbled with my mother because of her next lover. I was sympathetic to the fact that after the death of the father, the mother began to bring the men home, but so that they dare to command me ...
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