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V of our reality bosses wet head wind, it will peel to the utmost extent on the glass, it blows out in the slot, and I touched trodov and... The sun shines by the molten five-kopeck coin, somewhere far away from theroof of the firmament is rolled up the small flock of the inflated cloudlets, and above you as on polyanke, curly of cloudlet are grazed. Around the grove, in the curly crowns of small birches and oaklings plays bright air.
Grass- glaze, that velvet. At some distance hills, as pillows are green. Between hills the little river was tangled, and after them looms sea by blue column of smoke. Paradise! And running in forward, I will note that no
contacts of intimate kind threaten by AIDS.
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