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Yulya Metelkina, a rising star of contemporary dance, came with the theater “Shock” to the famous festival in Elite-sur-West. There she was to make her debut in a show-performance, where Yulia was supposed to perform completely naked.
That is, completely. That is all.
It was a difficult decision, to which life slowly, but surely, led Julia throughout the last month. Her number was the dance of Mavka, a wood fairy, into which Julia was to be turned, painting her from head to foot with green and brown colors. Initially...
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That is, completely. That is all.
It was a difficult decision, to which life slowly, but surely, led Julia throughout the last month. Her number was the dance of Mavka, a wood fairy, into which Julia was to be turned, painting her from head to foot with green and brown colors. Initially...
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Flutist walked along the sidewalk. Just walked. Walked.
Clearly, he rarely did it. Do not even remember when the last time. When the trees were big. But it happened. October has fallen this way - and it strives to knock it all together. And Flutist put aside cases that had not been left behind for many years, and just walked like simple passersby through a simple autumn street, sparkling with all the shades of crimson and copper.
People walked by - ordinary, young and old, fat and thin. Gloomy ...
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Clearly, he rarely did it. Do not even remember when the last time. When the trees were big. But it happened. October has fallen this way - and it strives to knock it all together. And Flutist put aside cases that had not been left behind for many years, and just walked like simple passersby through a simple autumn street, sparkling with all the shades of crimson and copper.
People walked by - ordinary, young and old, fat and thin. Gloomy ...
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Ivan Yevgenich didn’t think of Dasha as a sexual object. Well, that is ... it is clear that not a single healthy man, looking at Dasha, a young, poured with pink juice, would think of her only as a “student Molokaeva,” but still this thought lived in a safe corner of his “me "Without attracting too much attention.
And from the fact that Ivan Evgenich invited her on a journey together, nothing has changed. He always did this by inviting both female students and students. Spring trekking in ...
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And from the fact that Ivan Evgenich invited her on a journey together, nothing has changed. He always did this by inviting both female students and students. Spring trekking in ...
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The life of Ilya Stepanych Sukhorukov took shape in such a way that by the age of forty-five he increasingly called himself a failure.
He tried as best he could, not to show it in public, carefully disguising his nagging. Yes, and they would not understand him - they would say "snickering." Or "midlife crisis". Or something else offensive.
For a casual observer, Ilya Stepanych was quite a successful official, authoritative, firmly seated in his chair. And only Ilya Stepanych himself knew what he would have been capable of, if it had been ...
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He tried as best he could, not to show it in public, carefully disguising his nagging. Yes, and they would not understand him - they would say "snickering." Or "midlife crisis". Or something else offensive.
For a casual observer, Ilya Stepanych was quite a successful official, authoritative, firmly seated in his chair. And only Ilya Stepanych himself knew what he would have been capable of, if it had been ...
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The elevator closed and darkness reigned. “Yo,” Gladkov burst out (although in general he was a reserved man).
As you can see, the gopniks knocked out the last lightbulb in the elevator. Such darkness was unnerving, although it was not so much to go.
Gladkov took out a mobile phone. She flashed a farewell light and went out: he forgot to charge it. - E-my! He said with feeling. - Eat you, son of a bitch!
The elevator, apparently, took this curse on its own account and froze. - Eeee, - called ...
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As you can see, the gopniks knocked out the last lightbulb in the elevator. Such darkness was unnerving, although it was not so much to go.
Gladkov took out a mobile phone. She flashed a farewell light and went out: he forgot to charge it. - E-my! He said with feeling. - Eat you, son of a bitch!
The elevator, apparently, took this curse on its own account and froze. - Eeee, - called ...
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Once upon a time there lived a girl named ... however, her name does not matter. Due to her height, she was often called Giraffe. This was not entirely fair: the giraffes were high because of the neck, and the Giraffe — because of the legs that started right from the top of her head. (So they talked about her, but she did not take offense.) Much more than a giraffe, she looked like a roe deer or a deer.
She also had long honey curls. Ordinary girl, they would have reached the knees, while the Giraffe went down just below the waist. Therefore, it is still ...
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She also had long honey curls. Ordinary girl, they would have reached the knees, while the Giraffe went down just below the waist. Therefore, it is still ...
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Your wisdom!
I report that the myths that have come down to us from time immemorial are not unfounded. The world order of the planet, where I was directed by your all-wise will, is truly distinguished by an extreme originality.
People on this planet (in one of the local dialects, her name is “Earth”, and I, with your permission, will call her that) —the people on Earth are biologically identical to the Langians. However, besides man, another type of rational organisms lives on Earth. In general, it coincides with the person; the few differences, however, are significant and concern the internal organs, the genocode,
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I report that the myths that have come down to us from time immemorial are not unfounded. The world order of the planet, where I was directed by your all-wise will, is truly distinguished by an extreme originality.
People on this planet (in one of the local dialects, her name is “Earth”, and I, with your permission, will call her that) —the people on Earth are biologically identical to the Langians. However, besides man, another type of rational organisms lives on Earth. In general, it coincides with the person; the few differences, however, are significant and concern the internal organs, the genocode,
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This is the first story from the series “As Fathers Good,” which I write on the order of one of my fans. The terms of the order are: - all the stories - about love between a teenage girl of 18 years old and a man over 40; - priority theme - a romance between teacher and student; - she calls him by “you” and by his patronymic name; - everything else should not be repeated: in each new story - a new plot.
And the customer also loves some of my favorite fetishes, for example, & nbsp ...
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And the customer also loves some of my favorite fetishes, for example, & nbsp ...
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Ksyusha was a beautiful and modest girl. She soon married the same beautiful and modest boy as she gave birth to a beautiful daughter (it was too early to talk about her modesty), graduated from astrophysics and worked for a company that not only sold but also made real elite cosmetics.
She was attached there by chance, according to the pull. Smiling and pretty as a doll, Ksyusha got accustomed there and even made a career: she became the head of the department for the sale of hair-dye. In her department, everyone was ...
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She was attached there by chance, according to the pull. Smiling and pretty as a doll, Ksyusha got accustomed there and even made a career: she became the head of the department for the sale of hair-dye. In her department, everyone was ...
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Legs were walking along a narrow aisle, eyes were looking for the right window ... and someone's face was hanging in the subcortex. Women's Beautiful
“Stop,” Igor told himself. "Reverse".
When he returned, he saw a girl of about twenty standing behind the counter with mobile rubbish.
“How did she bring her here to the market?” Thought Igor. He knew the local female type very well: a fleshy, loud-voiced bitch 30+ with dyed hair. This was a thin face, thoughtfully sad, answered questions from customers in a low voice, barely smiled at jokes ...
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“Stop,” Igor told himself. "Reverse".
When he returned, he saw a girl of about twenty standing behind the counter with mobile rubbish.
“How did she bring her here to the market?” Thought Igor. He knew the local female type very well: a fleshy, loud-voiced bitch 30+ with dyed hair. This was a thin face, thoughtfully sad, answered questions from customers in a low voice, barely smiled at jokes ...
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