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That ended the winter, and with it, and my favorite hockey. There was, of course, a skating rink in the sports club, where I go to the section. But there are solid trainings, it’s not possible to play properly, not what we have in the yard. Because of hockey, I probably prefer the winter more than even summer. In the summer, of course ...
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- You're fucking fucking bullshit, fucking drunk. Look, what a crowd.
To shake in this canning barrel more than an hour, ohueesh for sure. Drink right easily, but because of you, ragged, suffer. How Pasha in this rubbish will suffer.
My hubby whose name is, unless of course culturally, Misha ...
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To shake in this canning barrel more than an hour, ohueesh for sure. Drink right easily, but because of you, ragged, suffer. How Pasha in this rubbish will suffer.
My hubby whose name is, unless of course culturally, Misha ...
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This story happened at a time when salaries were given out with lemons, and Tyumen played in the big leagues. And I worked as a drilling master in one remote corner of the Tyumen region. Rather, he returned home from the watch. It was going towards evening, there was nothing to do, so I leaned on football ...
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