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I drove to the airport, imagining how you are included, burning with excitement. I have seven, and you have ten. Judging by the silence you have not finished. Or maybe bask before the second call.
Already before boarding, I was wandering around the Duty Free, when the long-awaited “Hello!” Came from you. - How are you? - Good! - You are alone? - Not. - It happened? - Yes. “Is he still with you?” “We’ll talk later,” you stop the conversation quickly.
The whole flight to Moscow, I did not find a place ...
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Already before boarding, I was wandering around the Duty Free, when the long-awaited “Hello!” Came from you. - How are you? - Good! - You are alone? - Not. - It happened? - Yes. “Is he still with you?” “We’ll talk later,” you stop the conversation quickly.
The whole flight to Moscow, I did not find a place ...
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