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A small digression. A fragment of an old story, which I did not dare to colorfully describe. She wrote it by hand, and this passage is in electronic form. Time of magic, warrior and travelers. The story of love and envy, friendship and devotion.
I looked at the smoke of the fire. Pine wood cracked loudly, exuding tar and grief with a blue flame. Stars faded away in the rosy sky. Began a new day. But I wanted absolutely nothing to do.
We drove for several days almost without getting down from ...
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I looked at the smoke of the fire. Pine wood cracked loudly, exuding tar and grief with a blue flame. Stars faded away in the rosy sky. Began a new day. But I wanted absolutely nothing to do.
We drove for several days almost without getting down from ...
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Somehow I had already promised myself not to go to Aion, and in general to engage him. But what can you do, friends, girlfriend, which only there you can catch ... They are all there. As a result, in the evenings, headphones with Skype or TimSpeak. I am a daughter of clave and mouse, scripts and macros ... Manu fill in, steal, damage ... I’m sorting through keys and skills in agony. My character is a bard. In the hands of the harp of ancient runes in the style of steampunk. Although I am not the most stubborn player. Remember my friend's boyfriend that when she lay down to him, gave such a trick, for which anyone would probably hit. Feeling through the sleepy veil on the chest of my girlfriend, he touched them with the words: “Mmm, boobs ... Boobs? Sharpen them in hp, he hits 15k of life "and then fell asleep.
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A familiar voice wakes me in the middle of the night already the third day. I still do not understand where I hear it, whether in a dream or in reality. But whose is he? I can not remember. Tonight, hugging my former boyfriend, who is still sleeping with me, I realized in a dream whose voice it was. He sang one song to me ... I don’t remember where the truth is, what is the saddest thing. But why him? I thought that I had forgotten him for a long time and forgiven him. Moreover, I was offended not so much by him as the circumstances that ...
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For everyone, even a little bit knowing the online game Aion, everything will be quite easy and understandable. For others, in brief. In the world of Aion there are two warring races. These are Elyans (in the course of the story I can call them nyakhs or chickens) and Asmodeane (negros or slaves). Each of the races has its own territory, but sometimes we run from each other on the ground.
Delica Server, Rasa Asmodea, class Healer, name-Holyblood
I, being an 55 level Asmodean and always having all the necessary support, was involved in some kind of attack task (task ...
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Delica Server, Rasa Asmodea, class Healer, name-Holyblood
I, being an 55 level Asmodean and always having all the necessary support, was involved in some kind of attack task (task ...
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“Wake up,” our driver, Faster, bitch, got up, shook me by the shoulder!
Not yet fully aware of what was happening, I got out of the car. Bright sunlight blinded me and I was in front of the gates of a chic cottage. Two-storey red facing bricks with blue-gray tiling, like scales of marine fish. Beautiful large windows with figured stucco and winter garden from the side. Approximately having estimated the calculation according to the estimate, it turned out that on the first floor about 240 sq. M. meters, the second a little less.
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Not yet fully aware of what was happening, I got out of the car. Bright sunlight blinded me and I was in front of the gates of a chic cottage. Two-storey red facing bricks with blue-gray tiling, like scales of marine fish. Beautiful large windows with figured stucco and winter garden from the side. Approximately having estimated the calculation according to the estimate, it turned out that on the first floor about 240 sq. M. meters, the second a little less.
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I nervously quivered under the whiffs of the cool morning breeze, waiting for the car to come by. A familiar BMW started to drive into the courtyard, on which my strange middleman from the Art Cafe threw me up to the 8th district of my city.
The driver’s window opened and Milan gestured for me to sit back. My Lord waited for me there for three days.
I opened the door and sat in the dark haze of the cabin. - Hello, Leo, - the voice is hard and confident. - Good morning, I answered the man ...
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The driver’s window opened and Milan gestured for me to sit back. My Lord waited for me there for three days.
I opened the door and sat in the dark haze of the cabin. - Hello, Leo, - the voice is hard and confident. - Good morning, I answered the man ...
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I went to the Art Cafe. Embarrassed and out of breath. I was 25 minutes late, and I had a meeting with a man by whose appearance it was clear that he was awkward to wait. - you expect, girl? - asked me a cute young man who took my cape. - Yes, a man of 28-30 years old ... Not of Russian appearance with a slight accent ... - I began, but immediately noticed him. He was looking at me from the far table near the window. - Thank you, no longer necessary ...
I immediately went with ...
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I immediately went with ...
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Neon lights in the club ... All white is even brighter, my strips are like white-blue fire on my legs, I spin around the pylon, performing a wave, then at the column performing a cat, delighting male looks. Training is hard, rehearsals for group dances and tighter, but the fact that I am constantly paired up with Louise, who has an obvious dislike for me to express the contrast, is generally a hell of a job ...
Although in spite of all this, sweating over not one bucket of sweat I liked this job, not only did I like it ...
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Although in spite of all this, sweating over not one bucket of sweat I liked this job, not only did I like it ...
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The real story, the real people. Everything happened around July 2011.
- Igor, are you working today ?! - With this phrase, my phone call began to a friend-tattooer.
- Yes, I wanted to kill a snake on my ass ?!
- On the thigh! - I objected, well, why is he so cruel ?! - Yes, I wanted ... so you can?
- Yes, come to six, okay ?! - He asked - you just have to pin up her tongue.
- Well - I agreed, this time was more than convenient for me.
And here I am ...
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- Igor, are you working today ?! - With this phrase, my phone call began to a friend-tattooer.
- Yes, I wanted to kill a snake on my ass ?!
- On the thigh! - I objected, well, why is he so cruel ?! - Yes, I wanted ... so you can?
- Yes, come to six, okay ?! - He asked - you just have to pin up her tongue.
- Well - I agreed, this time was more than convenient for me.
And here I am ...
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