Franz Kafka. The struggle (№ 112940)
I had his hands on his hips and imagined that a walk of their own accord. I was at a party, saved from the shame of one ungrateful young man and is now a walk in the moonlight. The whole day at the office, in the evening at a party, on the street at night and nothing to excess. Boundless natural way of life!
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MegaMozg 07-01-2017 / 09:00
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