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This story was written by the devil knows how many years ago, in an era of turbulent hormone dances in an embrace with youthful fantasies. I stumbled upon it by chance (when I cleaned the mail) and now decided to post it here without correcting or editing. Than to be simply erased, let it be better heroically burned in a fire of criticism.
Katya was sleeping. The day was so intense and busy that she did not even have the strength to take a shower. She burst into the room, was relieved to find out that her roommate had left ...
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Katya was sleeping. The day was so intense and busy that she did not even have the strength to take a shower. She burst into the room, was relieved to find out that her roommate had left ...
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- Happy New Year, Mikhail Grigorievich! - said Sergey opening the door and letting the guest into his spacious house. - Happy New Year, Seryog! - the man, without taking off his shoes, went into the living room and sat in a soft leather chair - I confess, I was surprised that you were here, thought you would go to the mother for the holidays. - I planned it, but we had time to quarrel with her again when I decided to tell her about my arrival by phone. In the end, I met a holiday here. - One...
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