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Limonchik up
More spring fastened my wife's lemon on a windowsill, and began to grow in the joy of the whole family. It grows and grows, and figs with him. More and more, just like a weed. My wife says they say yes and figs with him, let him grow until it falls off from the branch itself. Today, the lemon has fallen off, and I dropped out.
And for comparison
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And for comparison
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