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I turned the vase, I was again almost stuck to Sonya immediately, by virtue of the spasm the pain of a tense eye, everything was so slamming, cheporno, dirty. I am dangerous among those jea than not to see not hear what could be more beautiful? But I left away from their passion, apparently not the table, I forgot their epostaxis, in his caste, whereas I see only anyone who does not need the handwriting of the swastika ... and this girl I remembered another, the one that was trembling, playing with flowers different, the body was burning with virgin wine, and that the troping became with Nastya, with her passion? Eye disappeared, grated depressions of longing and sadness rummies brains in pieces and silent, in the clubs of bar smoke, oxane is pretty The black mascara flowed on the cheeks.

Sergey, Sergey, or a friend, or a husband, something about feelings, mm, yes, from the wine it became empty and swore the wilderness, Nastya, and do you feel better there in the same menu sh!

And there they were jerked by Polevnoy, more than once kayan, were driven into the chairs, fell in the depths of consciousness, stuck with drama, did not help the holey frames, supplemented the gamu with the walls of the mercy of the ladies, the sharper glasses of the romance observed shawl, blind views It was nearby, the eyes looked into the circles, what a crush? I will kill her drunken sluts! Delivering thoughts, gossip sustaining, endless dinner feeding dinner, blurry paintings, paintings, like glasses of fate are broken, but bottled on a new one with heat.

Wine whispered about the old one, I uheh thought Sleeping what? I didn't get pain in the look, the eyes of IP under the hair did not look sliced ​​... that spring was cut off both feet uncle Kolie ... I looked at my mother under the ceiling, swallowed, screamed then, then I was chatter later, despair with dreams and umbrella, left the full sorrow with a small old house. Sleets were worn before it was impossible, before dust, the eyes were injured for a moment and closed, forgotten, it is impossible to dry, then I couldn't live, I saw the veins, how to play cheekbones, fuck, fuck But how it all lived!

And this bitch I remembered another, other thoughts, phrases, the meaning of said, now she was face to me, but back, and what happened with Nastya, what are you for attacking? Rezany wrists, holey veins, ampoules blind happiness, aura has fallen a long time , burgers bonfires are different, messy places. The repeated adjustment burst into my shoulder, in the sense it's nothing here, nothing about it, she still gave warmth, beat his hands about the table, screamed in dusk, but it was not Sloby, breathed hardly deprived me to show myself with a harsh type, but my mind as the enemy was Dick, and only when I swallowed brandy on the moment I am a mig and a cognac ...

I was just a pity, I feel sorry for the communion to the landfill, uncle Colin chair Rocking, the eyes of three Summer Misha, I didn't hear a lot of birth and gave birth to a lot of tears. The letter of brother dressed in camouflage, letters without addressee, sorry, sorry , it is a pity that it is completed and closed, tenant and buried, and behind the scenes of a sad nastin look ...

The air freshly tried, yes, I didn't drink that I tried, flew by a gray fragment, from the four sides of the threatening crushing, I was met by Peron to spend ...