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In it sat a stake that interfered with breathing, he broke all the habits of her belly, all the local silk roads, and from the Varangians to the Greeks broke the new Genghis Khan.
She felt sad.
She cautiously raised herself and left, leaving the stupid boy in perplexity and anger.

Although five minutes later, he was admitted by the sleepy and hot Lyuska.
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Eugene’s disappointment was also supported by pains in the uterus.
She already wanted to go to the gynecologist, but a new hobby distracted her.
Kostya moved to Luce and when her cousin Olya called from Moscow, Zhenya invented children’s

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The hobby was female.
Zhenya went to the service on foot, preferring a long step and a thoughtful smile.
Not that she was catching anyone, although she had not got rid of the romanticism of her youth, but she loved to walk.
The boss, the hostess in a new way, opened the door and invited: “Give me a lift?” – it was impossible to refuse.
She was considered to be temporarily living in Mariupol, inexplicably living, unknowablely sly.
What is there to catch? Built a castle on the sand, on the spit.
Former Komsomol member.
He sits side by side thoughtfully – with a thoughtful Zhenya.
The driver knows about her, about the Greeks of the time of Troy – everything.

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Only sex and grub.
Quite old by experience.
Sits, steering carelessly.
Here and there.
Year.
Two.
Daily.
One day, looking at the familiar nape, could say “stop.”
In it, as in a grave.
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) Since then, they have been led to meet at the corner of the Tsimlyanskaya and the highway.
Zhenya never waited, on the contrary, the hostess slowed down at the crossroads and waited for her.
Zhenya examined her, squinting.
There was one defect – a little clubfoot.
To spit and forget in a turbulent commercial life, but so, waiting for Zhenya (generally waiting for) – languishing.
He languished, squinting at Eugene, whose knees glistened.
Zhenya was sitting with her fingers folded at the very edge.
Until one day I moved them along with the edge up.
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The hostess sat with closed eyes, her nostrils quivering.
Thin.
Zhenya enjoyed waiting for the first time in her life.
Until now, her wishes were fulfilled instantly.
Now she was ready to open herself and cover again.
Now she knew that a close look would mark everything.
I didn’t know only when the game should end.
Her name was Oksana.
She was standing at the top of the stairs, talking to suppliers, and Zhenya was looking down at her feet.
It was excitingly strange and sharp: they went apart to meet in the brown depth, or rather, the height.
Oksana noticed her eyes and could no longer listen, then her play was intended only for Zhenya.
She slowly turned backwards and set aside him, as if Eugene had a strong flashlight, and she could see there, behind the black garters on the white skin, behind the patterned netting of the panty, a few drops of secret moisture that protruded from the dark overgrown black curly hair of the hollow for Eugene
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