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At sewen, because of the leaves covered with the street, I could not breathe in the sweetness of the day and a bee, sniffing me, flew around the earlobe with its belly sliding...
How I ran from them...
The board is driven with nails clearly on four in the foot...
I did not know then that people-animals acting insidiously from under the Tishka and teddy bears in the Urals do not gnaw tourists from izorstvo
The jamb of the door prevented me from swinging open as bones and body gnawed at me...
Jam
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