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Lena did not remember when she woke up in such high spirits. This morning you have to either run to swim in the sea or listen to jazz. Or do both together. Also with a cup of coffee.
Everything looked unusual. The sun peeped into the room, such a fun one, which you will not see at home every summer. Some shadows moved on the wall, as if summoned to themselves, to a fairytale forest, the road to which was forgotten in childhood. Outside, the obscure sounds of waking paradise were heard.
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Everything looked unusual. The sun peeped into the room, such a fun one, which you will not see at home every summer. Some shadows moved on the wall, as if summoned to themselves, to a fairytale forest, the road to which was forgotten in childhood. Outside, the obscure sounds of waking paradise were heard.
Even...
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The man on the edge of the pier scared Lena. He was so unnaturally large that she could not take her eyes off him. Probably he seemed so because of the warm coat - in the evening the sea was cold and a little sad. Without a coat is sad at all.
The stillness of this resort was also disturbed - the seagulls flew right over his head and shouted evil. It's time for him to worry and chase them away. - Here, damn it, dude took the most trump place! - Pavlik was indignant somewhere behind his back, - & nbsp ...
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The stillness of this resort was also disturbed - the seagulls flew right over his head and shouted evil. It's time for him to worry and chase them away. - Here, damn it, dude took the most trump place! - Pavlik was indignant somewhere behind his back, - & nbsp ...
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