girl pumpkin. Chapter Three. last.
Flogging her with rods! Cameraman was conscience, pink love, roses planted courtyard, How can you? Not good. Dishonesty. Hard! With you so hard, girl-pumpkin. And anyway, who is the name given you, daring daughter is not clear-anyone know-what for? What prompted gnarled girl of uncertain age of savage appearance, violent Norov, prompting leave yourself in this godforsaken brow? He was ready for departure in perpetuity, he does not love predposlednuyuyu granddaughter, he could stop loving you, neplokladisty strong child of the earth. What have you done, red trash?
The girl was not hurt. Well, the truth, not a bit. The girl made a body out of the twilight room. Either offense is stuck somewhere in the output, whether it really did not touch the issue. Important flickered in his mind running boy, and beloved grandfather in the life of holy fool, He is the same - happy brother, created by the merger of two chewed life gray matter.
It seems to be everything. Two weeks went lovers. Once tasted the berries and become sad. Plums and handfuls of red and black currant vyeli sores on the flesh of young hearts. Evening built castles from the dust and haze, kneading stage soles, shutters clapped, beat her hands, looking into each other like, carefully hiding the differences in wind-sudnuk. Was a kiss. Sprawled on the roof, crucified own happiness and warmth heated slate. Honestly trying to wrap up the impure thoughts of my grandmother, a widow now, Orenburg shawl.
"If you do not believe the newspapers, we do not even dead!" If you believe, it does matter, Grandpa, you or my brother? "Let's just follow the impulse of two magnetized bodies!"
They sat on his haunches, face front, and tenderness vypleli grid of marvelous patterns, threw a shawl over his shoulders, and there was no strength sacred five-second touch of the lips.
The girl was not hurt. Well, the truth, not a bit. The girl made a body out of the twilight room. Either offense is stuck somewhere in the output, whether it really did not touch the issue. Important flickered in his mind running boy, and beloved grandfather in the life of holy fool, He is the same - happy brother, created by the merger of two chewed life gray matter.
It seems to be everything. Two weeks went lovers. Once tasted the berries and become sad. Plums and handfuls of red and black currant vyeli sores on the flesh of young hearts. Evening built castles from the dust and haze, kneading stage soles, shutters clapped, beat her hands, looking into each other like, carefully hiding the differences in wind-sudnuk. Was a kiss. Sprawled on the roof, crucified own happiness and warmth heated slate. Honestly trying to wrap up the impure thoughts of my grandmother, a widow now, Orenburg shawl.
"If you do not believe the newspapers, we do not even dead!" If you believe, it does matter, Grandpa, you or my brother? "Let's just follow the impulse of two magnetized bodies!"
They sat on his haunches, face front, and tenderness vypleli grid of marvelous patterns, threw a shawl over his shoulders, and there was no strength sacred five-second touch of the lips.
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