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Here is a table. And the chair. And kilogram dogwood superheated.
Rather it is to boil jam. Hastily, with sugar.
You slouch again, and I did stand up, dressed,
The walls, which hug me so tenderly paws.
Try to silence and not speak for three minutes,
In three minutes, I feel your smell receptors.
We did not do anything of what could b.
But we do not feel guilty about herself again.
What do we choose? - But you said yourself
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Dogwood - it is sour, as sugar used in it was not
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And there - jam and quince Harms
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Where to go? After all, we completely stripped.