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My dear, dear person. I wrote to you, and I write about the twentieth. Having come to the ministry of my genius, I ascend to the ashes of everything: I give the mind and heart to the smell. Upon oblivion. Having come out that very inspiration and insight. For my purification. And your forgiveness ... I want to say. In our city, from you to me about fifty minutes from power. Is it a metro, or either by the car, I try to forget until the frenzy. I asked God to blind me with the truth so that the sun would squeeze your name. It happened. But sincerity hung on my lips. So much has happened unthinkable. I want to tell you. Do not lie. And stop being warlike. I changed two or three hacks in a year. I lived in another country. My cat underwent surgery. By the way, I didn’t die. As I. I was fixed, after you, after you, it was created. The whole world was in my cell for every conscious world. Without any mischief, I was captured by the angel, and at the executioner. I was overtaking almost blindness. And then it was somehow strange so ... completely without a doctor, dragging you behind me, without the smell of incense in public, I became myself. You know, my dear. I hated you two times. Out of the summer, and when I was left alone. So it is extravagant divorced. You and with all my light. And since then, I was choked with saliva of others. She almost got married. There was a stupid act. Yes ... I was in love, like the same as you. And tall, July, and Nelbovi to salads. Fate was thinking. But where is there .. I, it turns out, is weak in this. All the struggle, yes struggle. Not without sin I. Yes ... It hurts me that your lion's heart was once beating on the Shcherbat day. In the under -learned lessons, in the werewolf mirage. Dressed tribute to the criminal, I released it. I forgave. I could. And by the way, I learned to drink milk. It was really not easy. But how much I loved you. What a hammer beat my own nervous receptor to "only you lived." Let one, but one hundred or two hundred or two hundred or two percent. I was happy: monthly, and a monthly caught luck. And maybe that's why I am crying now. (I don’t even hide a trifle) I want you to love someone too ... Girlfriends are the culmination of my overtones. I once dreamed. Bez all sorts of sting. Yes, I have gone noticeably. Now I have a hobby, hobbies, various intersections with space: in creativity, in a girlish flat Sty. in the serpentine of values, I almost a princess without stress. Now you wouldn’t recognize me. And I wouldn’t call me a baby. I have grown for seven or ten years. My biography diverges with a circulation. I know, my main sound: OM ” . I brightened my head. I would honestly shoot it! I had moments, I just wanted to let you go under the rails of my train. So that you would die too. Correctness. There are a part -time and without wounds, without dramas, without any kind of tantrum. And silently. Handing a diploma and twisting novels, making plans. Folding the seas in glasses to understand that everything is in vain. And especially, continue to love you. And live in a trap like a nirvana. There is a sultry to live all the "us." In this damn apartment, as in Tina, do not think, do you think There were a lot of dirty dishes. And so few early families without children that we could become themselves and the two of them. Naval, and we could not be an exception. I really believe. Now I, as a cloak -shaped lioness battered by life. And I no longer I stop at least. I agree to perfect happiness. I think like you. You can’t tolerate the fuss, voids, permafrost. Of course, you can’t smear your feelings on a spatula, and do not even out the walls of the walls. I am still the same Petersburg semi -Jews, singing like Canary .. The wretched family came out with you. And she remained Verna Verna. The truth began to drink more wine. But even this was their own depth. Now the spring is in the yard. I would have drunk even whiskey with you, I smiled ... And as two zodiac pussies would have parted on my sausages .. but I no longer have keys to you, however, like any news from you. I know, in these matters I do not want to break your fingers. Glpo to let a dead aluminum bird in the sky when I can’t get a tank and whisper in a delicate voice that everything is normal. It’s optimal. Even with a light absurdity, just like that, everything turned out with us with us and you are sad. And I didn't even have time to tell you "I'm sorry.