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He gave them new orders, and finally allowed himself to relax, squeezing his mother’s chest with one hand, and the second clitoris, he fell asleep.
Satisfied and happy.
After all, there is still so much trouble to create a new race.

– You.
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and nice.
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All night I dreamed disturbing dreams, where the day before yesterday appeared old man with a rod.
He laughed like a cartoon devil, and I roared in a dream – just like in childhood.

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Waking up, I first scored Maya.
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Having dressed and swallowed what had come to hand, I got into the car and rushed to her.
No one responded to the intercom.
I went around the neighboring houses to make sure that I was not mistaken – but no, everything was right.
It was Maya’s house, her apartment, and Maya did not open.
But how? she said she would be at home and would wait for me.
Maybe sleeping? Sleep off after yesterday? I waited under the house for four and a half hours.
Slipping after the tenant inside, I went up to the right floor, found the apartment I needed, but nobody opened it.
After waiting another hour, I finally understood who was to blame.
I understood WHOM Maya had.
And rushed, almost without pressing on the brakes, to the theater “Pygmalion”.
Anxiety and anger were so frivolous in me that the fucking maestro was already in my mind a mountain of bloody meat.
Bursting into the hall and pushing the guard aside, I immediately found Brockberg rehearsing with the artists.

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When he saw me, he jumped off the stage and ran towards me.
What happened next looked something like this: we both ran towards each other, obviously wanting to powder each other, both stopped half a meter apart – and both shouted: Where is Maya ?! (I, however, added to the question a long unprintable, hanging shamefully in silence).
Our faces stretched out equally, as if we were looking in a mirror.
Is she not with you? – Brockberg squeaked.
I bit my tongue, unable to ask him the same thing.
Not.
I thought she was with you.
“Clear,” said Brockenberg, after a pause.
He looked like the sorceress Yubabu from the Spirited Away cartoon when she learned from Haku about the tricks of her sister.
She was supposed to be with you in the morning, and then come to the rehearsal.
Phones do not respond.
She has been gone for three hours.
Well.
eventually.
She is an adult girl.
You never know.
– I said, catching his anxiety.
Shut up! – he cut me off, and I was not offended, but only worried even more.
– What did she say? Did she talk about her plans? Not.
Yes.
It seems.
What?! I just heard her talk on the phone.
She spoke to someone.
someone demanded something from her to give.
and she said “okay, I will.
” Who was that? Who?! – Brockenberg grabbed my shoulders and began to shake.
Yes, calm down, you crazy !.
– I finally shouted at him, and he let me go.
– I do not know exactly, but.
I guess I guess.
In my opinion, it was one old man.
Old man?! – Brockberg screamed terribly.
The artists on the stage froze, staring at us.
It just seems that way to me.
What kind of old man? Where did you see him? He wanted.
I don’t know what he wanted, but Maya was terribly frightened of him.
I then opened her car to the old man did not catch up with her.
We were not yet familiar.
She was just so scared.
This old man dropped some piece of iron, the old one.
I picked it up, and Maya then asked me to give it to her.
I gave it away.
So I think that the old man called her, demanded that she give him that piece of iron, and she.
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