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Two boots - a pair, but both are worn on the left leg.

- No, I was looking for something for myself. I dress up as a woman on weekends. You have no idea how a pair of panties can increase potency.

We found each other, we are markdown goods.

We found each other, we are markdown goods.

- Because no matter how honest the couple tries to seem, we will never know all the facts.

Kings and rulers come and go, leaving behind only statues in the desert, and a couple of young people working modestly in their workshop change the entire world order.

Come on, brownies and goblin were in the time of the gods. The gods could not be so small! They just left us because we betrayed them. And I understand them... The whole world, Literally, filled with miracles, our ancestors traded for a dude, with a three-day rigor mortis... And they left us. To other lands, or to the depths of ours... But they left. Only Baba Yaga and Koschey the Deathless remained - a pair of shining pearls, from the countless treasures of our past.

- calm down, Romashkina! I'm not saying what's wrong with you..... So. Explore the situation.

Moving on to the second individual: during parting, he begins a strong breakdown - pain, tears, and, perhaps, in the end - awareness. Awareness comes at a moment, the so-called by M. Goulston, an impulse

November morning is the good old jazz, the voices of your favorite performers, returning to childhood and spreading pleasant warmth over the body, this is a sip of velvety black coffee, this is the air from the open window that makes you feel chills, but when you feel it with your whole body, you smile, because you know, the most magical time of the year is about to happen, these are candles scented with sandalwood and musk, these are hands that smell of mint because they took a handful of tea leaves and threw them into the teapot, this is a couple of paragraphs from a favorite book, this is a joyful excitement of anticipation fast holidays. This is something special and inherent only in the morning of November...

A couple of "Makarovs" looked in my direction, like the eyes of a mother when she was buried.

Dreamer,

How

Feelings for the doctor, which I had been hiding for so long, sparkled with thousands of colors. I was literally choking on the flow of love that Eben gave me, hugging me with strong arms, letting me feel a firm chest and broad shoulders, the aroma of breath and moist, hot lips...