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So we started to be friends.
She worked as a hairdresser.
Because manicure, pedicure and hair care I had what I needed.

In addition, strained with the choice of underwear and, most importantly, outerwear, which had to try on.
Even though we were of different builds, but, locked in the cabin of the fitting room, I could measure anything without any suspicion.

The secretary of my chest-dresser quickly filled.
It is a pity that I could not wear this beauty forever.
A mobile phone was brought in my pocket, I gladly read the name of the caller and immediately tweeted: – Maxim? – Hello! There is such a thing.
– Speak.
– My ancestors are dumped for the weekend.
“I understand,” I smiled happily.
“Yeah,” Max somehow blurted.
– I plan to throw a feast.
How are you? Reever meant that Marina would not be there.
– And who will? – I stopped the heat.
– Yes, so a couple of one: Toch and Anka.
And Semyon.
I knew Anton – through the cynical character of basement rock bands, we were not exactly friends, but we saw each other often.

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You can not be afraid of him, he is silent nihilists.
His girlfriend is the same.
“And I don’t care about the seeds,” Lida waved her hand when I told her and invited her to the party.
– You want to be yourself? Be it! It so happened that two girls came out of the bathroom of Maxim by the hand: Lida and Marina.
And for the first time I was with my real hair.
Lida braided my shoulder-length black strands into something unthinkable on the back of my head, helped create evening make-up, make a French manicure.
“Oh, ladies,” Maxim smiled drunkenly, looking at us.
I am in a leather skirt and corset on a snow-white lace blouse, legs in striped red-black-green stockings and boots up to the knees, beautiful earrings dangle on the earlobes.
Lida, in support of my feat, in something resembling a costume of an American expert.
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