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A spring wind howled in the cedars, blocking the guides' talk:
- ... We can see how the grandeur of nature ... sacred feelings ... Great shrine ... all the tribes ... bow to ...
Lera frowned and looked at Dan. The girls stuck to him, the naked macaques from the parallel one - Mashka and Zoyka nicknamed Bzak. Dan was not against it, and it seemed to Leray that inside her, she was running her finger on the wet glass. I wanted to roar, or shout “Aaaaa!”, Or to kick something with a foot from the heart (or someone better) ...
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- ... We can see how the grandeur of nature ... sacred feelings ... Great shrine ... all the tribes ... bow to ...
Lera frowned and looked at Dan. The girls stuck to him, the naked macaques from the parallel one - Mashka and Zoyka nicknamed Bzak. Dan was not against it, and it seemed to Leray that inside her, she was running her finger on the wet glass. I wanted to roar, or shout “Aaaaa!”, Or to kick something with a foot from the heart (or someone better) ...
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"... They lived happily ever after, and died on the same day." These words ended the next novel.
- Yo fuck! Nahuymudoebat! ... - the book flew to the floor, sprawling pink cover up. Petraha threw it so that the sofa swayed with a jerk.
Loy Petraha, Tyschka Glavnishchi * khaernskogo garrison, hated pink novels. He hated love snot, hated romance, ahs, ooh and sweet happy ending. And it was completely incomprehensible why he avidly read these novels, after reading almost everything ...
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- Yo fuck! Nahuymudoebat! ... - the book flew to the floor, sprawling pink cover up. Petraha threw it so that the sofa swayed with a jerk.
Loy Petraha, Tyschka Glavnishchi * khaernskogo garrison, hated pink novels. He hated love snot, hated romance, ahs, ooh and sweet happy ending. And it was completely incomprehensible why he avidly read these novels, after reading almost everything ...
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- Mr. Brooke? Miss Cornby? Everything is good? I ask in the car.
- Where are we ...
“I'll take you to Professor Lawley.” Don't worry, you will like him. Please sit down.
Dave and Miranda, bending down, got into the car, and she drove off. A rainy night rustled around. Lights of all shades and colors danced behind the glasses, spreading out along with the rain. Dave still didn’t believe that he embraces the living Miranda, thin, wet, like him.
“Miranda,” he whispered, ruffling his wet hair.
“Mmmm,” she mooed ...
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- Where are we ...
“I'll take you to Professor Lawley.” Don't worry, you will like him. Please sit down.
Dave and Miranda, bending down, got into the car, and she drove off. A rainy night rustled around. Lights of all shades and colors danced behind the glasses, spreading out along with the rain. Dave still didn’t believe that he embraces the living Miranda, thin, wet, like him.
“Miranda,” he whispered, ruffling his wet hair.
“Mmmm,” she mooed ...
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I met them at the Kentucky Ethnofest. Hundreds of cars came to the valley of the Indian river Miu, to the lush meadows, which rang from mosquitoes, like an office from telephones; among them was a battered pickup truck in which I arrived, and an even more battered van in which a strange company arrived - a guy, a girl and another girl, more precisely, a girl.
They were camping next door to me. I watched them and could not understand what kind of relationship binds them. The guy, who for some reason was called Slasher, was the type ...
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They were camping next door to me. I watched them and could not understand what kind of relationship binds them. The guy, who for some reason was called Slasher, was the type ...
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- ... Three, two, one ... Motor!
Soffits blinded eyes, and May closed her eyes. A brave music burst out — from everywhere at once, as if from the very air — and ottyaznaya otpadnaya, sparkling with shiny scales Irfni Uarpo came to the light, dancing on the move
- Hello! With you Irfni Uarpo and her touch show "Touch the Star", the best on TV +! - She screamed, stretching the ends of the phrases. - Today, our guest - finally! Well, really? ... I can not believe it myself! A rare beast that no one else could catch - and only ...
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Soffits blinded eyes, and May closed her eyes. A brave music burst out — from everywhere at once, as if from the very air — and ottyaznaya otpadnaya, sparkling with shiny scales Irfni Uarpo came to the light, dancing on the move
- Hello! With you Irfni Uarpo and her touch show "Touch the Star", the best on TV +! - She screamed, stretching the ends of the phrases. - Today, our guest - finally! Well, really? ... I can not believe it myself! A rare beast that no one else could catch - and only ...
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This story began when Sam fled to New York and was looking for a room for himself.
He did like a smart one: he came by a newspaper ad. True, the newspaper was lying on the trash, and the relevance of the announcement was in question. But Sam was lucky - the cheap room was still free.
Besides Sam, there was someone else who thought he was lucky. Namely - a spectacular brunette with lush buffers.
At the same time they came to the house number 234 on 41st Street, at the same time they rose ...
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He did like a smart one: he came by a newspaper ad. True, the newspaper was lying on the trash, and the relevance of the announcement was in question. But Sam was lucky - the cheap room was still free.
Besides Sam, there was someone else who thought he was lucky. Namely - a spectacular brunette with lush buffers.
At the same time they came to the house number 234 on 41st Street, at the same time they rose ...
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He was a titular adviser, She is a general's daughter; He shyly explained his love, She drove him away.
The titular adviser went And drank from grief all night. And in the wine mist was worn
Centuries pass, and this story repeats itself again and again, as if in a circle. It happened in our university - with some variations that made a pleasant variety.
He was a teacher, relatively young - more than 30 years old - a low-voiced, constrained, buttoned up. Spoiled him ...
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The titular adviser went And drank from grief all night. And in the wine mist was worn
Centuries pass, and this story repeats itself again and again, as if in a circle. It happened in our university - with some variations that made a pleasant variety.
He was a teacher, relatively young - more than 30 years old - a low-voiced, constrained, buttoned up. Spoiled him ...
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Timothy Collins made his way to the concert hall through the crowd, thick as a jungle. Damn these impresarios: why not schedule concerts for the weekend? On weekdays, Chicago is like an anthill, if you shove a shovel at it. Six in the evening, and he slipped all his shoes ...
- The devil! - He cursed when another heel collapsed on his foot. - What are you, boy ... - and stopped short when he saw that the culprit had suffered himself.
An old woman with glasses was screwed into the crowd, pushing left and right, and from e ...
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- The devil! - He cursed when another heel collapsed on his foot. - What are you, boy ... - and stopped short when he saw that the culprit had suffered himself.
An old woman with glasses was screwed into the crowd, pushing left and right, and from e ...
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Paul Gregory sat in the lobby of the Hilton and looked at the people. Here the elite audience hung out, sleek and lacquered, like expensive chess ... At first, he saw curls. When the masculine gaze sees such a miracle, everything else temporarily ceases to exist. They were small-small, like bindweed, weightless, like smoke, and bristling at once in all directions. Fluffy head looked like some unusual flower with a fringe and stamens. Their color ranged from chestnut to light beige, and there was a look ...
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This story will be interesting, most likely, to the older generation, who remembers that “there was no sex in the USSR”. Unlike my other stories, it is based on real events, more precisely, on the real story of Professor N.
We give him the word:
- Now I will tell you how different ideas about the feminine attractiveness of "we" and "them." It was back in 1987. I, then still an associate professor, among the promising and politically reliable research institute staff was sent to a symposium in Philadelphia. I...
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We give him the word:
- Now I will tell you how different ideas about the feminine attractiveness of "we" and "them." It was back in 1987. I, then still an associate professor, among the promising and politically reliable research institute staff was sent to a symposium in Philadelphia. I...
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