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" T ell me where did you

sleep last night. "


" He is fucking nuts?

Watch. 7 minutes to train departure. For a month now I have been living with nothing else, but to get away and spend a bit with poets, from all over our country, from end to end, of such a beautiful country. And here the sea brine drives up to another block! Fuck not Hundai! And he's leaving. He noticed it wasn't this one. I stand in the middle of the road and growl at him. 6 minutes. I get in. We go. Luckily green lights. We are only standing on the last ones. We calculate the course and pay the taxi driver on those slowly changing green lights. "


All the misfortunes of the world.

Chapter One.


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