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This story, one way or another affecting our entire family, happened in August two thousand ... and, incidentally, the year is not important, in the provincial town of P. heat, sometimes spilled by heavy rain, and only at night, as if taking a pause, let the autumn coolness come to us.
But perhaps it’s worth starting the story from afar and introducing you to my family. My name is Natasha, by the time of the events about which I ...
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But perhaps it’s worth starting the story from afar and introducing you to my family. My name is Natasha, by the time of the events about which I ...
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It happened back in 1992, when I was 15, but that evening I remember in full detail, that evening I understood a lot, my world and my foundations turned over, and what kind of life I live, I certainly owe those events which I witnessed then. That is why I can not tell you how it all began.
Our family consisted of three people: father, mother and, actually, me. We lived in a separate two-room apartment, I occupied one room, another parents. Relations...
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Our family consisted of three people: father, mother and, actually, me. We lived in a separate two-room apartment, I occupied one room, another parents. Relations...
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