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(excerpts from the story of Victor Barkov, "Winter will come ...")
It stands in a spacious mirror room, against the wall itself. And in the middle of the hall stands a huge snow-white cake, on the flat top of which lies a naked stranger. She is young, beautiful and devilishly seductive ...
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It stands in a spacious mirror room, against the wall itself. And in the middle of the hall stands a huge snow-white cake, on the flat top of which lies a naked stranger. She is young, beautiful and devilishly seductive ...
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I am deeply pessimistic now:
organism zahalturil sensitive,
and disturbing the peace of life
gushing turbid instincts flow.
I wanted you to spasms,
to hiccups and pain in my side ...
But to reach orgasm in absentia - -
i am sorry I can't do that.
Me animal is the beginning
managed first ...
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organism zahalturil sensitive,
and disturbing the peace of life
gushing turbid instincts flow.
I wanted you to spasms,
to hiccups and pain in my side ...
But to reach orgasm in absentia - -
i am sorry I can't do that.
Me animal is the beginning
managed first ...
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The night is short
The clouds are sleeping,
But a spy creeps into my pants
Playful your hand ...
After anxiety
Pulled the trigger
And enter into combat readiness
Without you, I simply would not be able to.
Though I am almost a stranger with you - -
You and my friend made a cock.
And his like
You wish again ...
We are friend ...
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The clouds are sleeping,
But a spy creeps into my pants
Playful your hand ...
After anxiety
Pulled the trigger
And enter into combat readiness
Without you, I simply would not be able to.
Though I am almost a stranger with you - -
You and my friend made a cock.
And his like
You wish again ...
We are friend ...
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Fallen leaves, slightly wet from the raid of autumn sadness, rustle quietly under their feet.
"Our-sh-sh, our-sh-sh, our-sh-sh", - whispers of its steps splash. "Hour-s-hour, hour-s-s, hour-s-s", - - it is given the rustle of my go in the tenderness of the melting forest.
Yes, this is our hour, our day, our long-term honeymoon.
She is...
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"Our-sh-sh, our-sh-sh, our-sh-sh", - whispers of its steps splash. "Hour-s-hour, hour-s-s, hour-s-s", - - it is given the rustle of my go in the tenderness of the melting forest.
Yes, this is our hour, our day, our long-term honeymoon.
She is...
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The sky was burning down a fire
And the sun is a hot ball
I also threw my red look
On scrofulous leaf fall.
A swarm of leaves, like a scattering of stars,
Hid an abandoned churchyard,
Sometimes clinging to crosses - -
For the signs of eternal silence ...
Between the collapsed graves,
Completely out of my power
Lay in ...
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And the sun is a hot ball
I also threw my red look
On scrofulous leaf fall.
A swarm of leaves, like a scattering of stars,
Hid an abandoned churchyard,
Sometimes clinging to crosses - -
For the signs of eternal silence ...
Between the collapsed graves,
Completely out of my power
Lay in ...
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(chapter from the story "Year of the Tiger")
On the evening of December 31, Lisa rang the bell at the door of our apartment. Before that, I had only seen her once, two and a half years ago, and even then when I met an unexpected meeting on the street. Mila and I ourselves recently met and, walking through the central part of the city ...
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On the evening of December 31, Lisa rang the bell at the door of our apartment. Before that, I had only seen her once, two and a half years ago, and even then when I met an unexpected meeting on the street. Mila and I ourselves recently met and, walking through the central part of the city ...
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