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This is a completely real story about one of my meetings with a young, inquisitive and courageous girl. Sketch of my feelings and memories.
For a start, a few words about how we have decided to meet with her. This was only our third meeting. It all started in a very interesting way. Although the meeting was not the first, but she had never seen me. No photos, no videos, or, especially, in life. At the meeting, she always has a blindfold. This not only does not interfere with us, but only adds its own ...
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For a start, a few words about how we have decided to meet with her. This was only our third meeting. It all started in a very interesting way. Although the meeting was not the first, but she had never seen me. No photos, no videos, or, especially, in life. At the meeting, she always has a blindfold. This not only does not interfere with us, but only adds its own ...
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(I highly recommend reading the first part of the story first)
Irishka was timid, but with a flash of excitement in her eyes, she began to tear through the motley paper. I decided not to interfere with her and go to smoke, to cool down a bit.
- I'll be back soon. Can you make more coffee, maybe with brandy ?!
- Is it possible without coffee? ...
A sly look from under the bangs fallen on his forehead and a barely noticeable smile. This little trick did not leave hope for resistance.
- It is possible ... but only slightly, - I did not want to spoil the girl and leave this ...
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Irishka was timid, but with a flash of excitement in her eyes, she began to tear through the motley paper. I decided not to interfere with her and go to smoke, to cool down a bit.
- I'll be back soon. Can you make more coffee, maybe with brandy ?!
- Is it possible without coffee? ...
A sly look from under the bangs fallen on his forehead and a barely noticeable smile. This little trick did not leave hope for resistance.
- It is possible ... but only slightly, - I did not want to spoil the girl and leave this ...
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That evening my cousin turned 18 years old. He was already extremely independent and wanted to celebrate the holiday with his friends in neutral territory. The problem is that he had no money to rent an apartment. Then he made the only right decision - to ask to spend the holiday in my apartment.
I am 25 years old and I live in a three-room apartment myself and I could not refuse my brother. At the appointed time, guests knocked at the door: 5 guys and 4 girls. This whole company ...
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I am 25 years old and I live in a three-room apartment myself and I could not refuse my brother. At the appointed time, guests knocked at the door: 5 guys and 4 girls. This whole company ...
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