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Come on
Depends on the woman, depends on the man.
I, for example, a man want, not a sugar daddy, to infantile to pohmykivat.
All this starts on such shaky teritorry that simple
Rayban, where Essay?

[райбан]

I honestly don't know.
Nothing. No thoughts. There is no desire....
Exhausted, I guess.

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Formally Pushkin was a national treasure while still alive, but the people he balamuty against the government. That is cocky was.
If I am the king and the national heritage are imprisoned or killed, then Pushkin - a victim, a Martyr, as well as the people's revolt will rise. And then conveniently died because of jealousy.
That's confusing, if Dantes was on a mission to remove Pushkin's why it was necessary to marry a sister of the lesson. To sell the freedom of a bachelor. According to one version, was so in love with Goncharov, married her sister to be well received in the house on the rights of the relative and see Natalie

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As exhausted? In this thread, as you write, at the last gasp, it does not.
Do not believe!! At the end of the held essays.

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sorry to disappoint
it's all junk. about Pushkin
almost all junk.(long ago written)

as they say:
the birth of the book, akin to the birth of a child..
and it is..
the writer conceives. writes, bears its fruit within 9 months.
then boom, labor.
and as a woman.

the point of the story -- I must have...

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competitors are looking for... haha..

you tell me.
now, if I(personally) your hair cut ( gorgeous)..
what would you do ..
hypothetically..

[рыжая]

in the grave be laid
hypothetically..

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In the light of the dying fire, he saw how dangerous and acutely glinted her eyes
Well, everything came to - he thought - And why I just ran! Now just eat.

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... no, that's not the book..

And the woman in the Area — a joke, Yes a joke.
Well, where to put it? I don't know.
We hugged, snuggled — I can't live without you. Lost.
Cliff — Yes, easily here.
Save me, please. I will die here.
You wash, cook will.
I say well where are you going with me is always dangerous
Tears, hysterics.
Not specifically, but very specifically.
Zuleyha difficult to have, I thought naively from the beginning of a forced March.
Just fuck it!
Immediately questions went — Where is the water? Where's the food?
Fast it here obvyklis.
Not enough of the eternal feminine question about the diamonds.
Yes! Damn it!— I even now will be diamonds to mine!
Damn it! Would have killed. And it is a pity... live well.
But what about diamonds while she held his mouth shut.
Probably. For the time being. To time.
Cautiously glancing in my very formidable knife.
Come on, let him live.
And long, jet black hair had to cut it off at the root.
As it is, to chop off extra locks. With the same knife.
She will say thank you, to keep at will only, then, Yes, too much talk and trouble, too, to anything.
Yeah. Little eyes I had scratched! Muerde! — still swears like a trooper.
Here's a crappy cat! More precisely, crow!
But it was hair still in the quite decent pigtail.
She did, quickly building a short tail, hurt flashing your black eyes on me.
I also felt quite awkward.

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...no, that's not the book
Saw. A minute ago, honey appearance, a random fellow traveler, turned into a huge size black cat. Eyes burning, smoky fur blending with the dark. Soft jump and the creature fell on his chest. Quiet, purring voice:
- Well, what, Writer, dinner? Long ago, I was such a talented not caught.
Though emaciated you order in the Zone, well, nothing, but will not look.
Don't worry, the Writer, it won't hurt, I promise you.

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yeah.
guess....
(text is old, of course. spy - I don't know)

Suddenly the mutant "cat", apparently prolonging the pleasure, after the jump froze, stopping his relentless run of death for a second, and turned a creepy double face!
Her eyes on the main face, not burned, and blazed blood–red light, mesmerizing a hungry boa constrictor of a poor rabbit:
— Get ready for dinner. Hey, man!

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What is hard to believe that she wrote?
To all my other talents, and this,
Writer.

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not. no..
I didn't mean to steal. to steal. fu - such a harsh word..
and Yes. of course you wrote.

of course, quite different..
if you know what I mean..

[райбан]

In both! Guest learn how to pick up girls.
Working pros.
Shira–Piri, eight holes.
It's not stitching Slippers (Chinese)

[рыжая]

It is in the sense of the plot?
What she decided to eat? What should have been first in the meat to turn, and then have?
And Guest here at what?

[рыжая]

I have the feeling that you're there to dance around the table went

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Claw flew into the air, turned a fan of deadly claws daggers. Short jerk and now his heart flutters anxiously in her paw/hand
Sight blurred, but he somehow still retains the ability to think
Is that all? The end of the end? What's next, what's next?!!!
Nothing, Writer, whispered the darkness, nothing. Eternal oblivion, that's what's next.

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PS I looked at your appearance. Thin, and blood how. B-rrrr, don't like dirt.
One delicious. His last thoughts. Poor fellow, how he clung to life as he clung to the memory as sincerely believe that he will be remembered by their actions on business. How nice it was to come out like veins, the entire life force, to drop. To see how excruciatingly slowly the light fades in his eyes, and with it fading and His last hope.
Leave the taste of blood on lips alive trembling heart... is it Food for a Demon? Last Hope. To destroy. To the end. Ashes to ashes.

A moment, and the clearing was no longer anyone. Only hissing, spitting darkness, extinguished, the fire slowly burns out.
Crept another gray, ordinary day.

[Гуфест]

Rayban I am glad that you had a soul mate red.

[рыжая]

In both! Guest learn how to pick up girls.
Working pros.
Shira–Piri, eight holes.
It's not stitching Slippers (Chinese)

of Rayban I am glad that you had a soul mate red.

[рыжая]

Slinking black shadow,
Amid the gloom of the night.
Unseen by anyone I
Only glowing eyes.

Only lunar flare,
Wool walk.
I'm a black cat,
Not everyone knows it.

I think it is possible,
To hurt and to hurt
I'm a black cat,
Strong is my memory.

Slinking black shadow,
Amid the gloom of the night
Insidious offenders
Troubles prophesied.

Jump graceful,
Don't know miscalculations.
And you won't forget
My reversals.

Not everyone is allowed
I Pat
I'm a black cat,
Strong is my memory.

For the family – I
Cute home kitten
My eyes attentive,
Scent sensitive thin

And paws are fluffy –
Claws hide
I'm a black cat!
Let everyone know it.

[Гуфест]

Under your writing,it's good to sleep,read and dream feel like a hero,I want someone to hit and can fight.What the big guy already gave in my sleep.Good poem about a cat,who is the author?

[рыжая]

How many of feigned contempt.
Look how proud and majestic facade.
Guest that with you? It's not your style.

[Гуфест]

No contempt,on the contrary,I like it!))I'm not imbued with the texts.