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Listen to the story, everything was about this. I go to the tent, near Yuran, in the kitchen there was a sheet A4, it has 2 options for a scan and 3 semi-traps in an apartment. I am lost. I am visited by ideas on the topic, while there is money, because in our business this is the most important thing. I catch. We catch a car and dump. I don’t know where they drag me in this state. Viskar and Boshki sang me a little. We go to Mut, passes 20 minutes and we are already here. We give lava, they give us shit so that it is not sad and we don’t sour - the disks will help out. Ten is enough for us - to pass the evening. We go back, my gaze clings to the blue mutant, the snowfall creates fog, the snow prevents the snow - "I don’t know how you are, but I'm tired, I need kindness, and a good charge." And so we eat one at a time, the evening invigorates, from this it is uncomfortable, estimate, and the guys are waiting for us at home, sit and blow us, and we seemed to go after Pivas, and for the hell pulled chemistry. Somehow easily and quickly muddied everything, something is wrong here-"Maybe Stapo is not Alya?" “Come on, go, let's go, everything is fine, they are a little rogue at the entrance.” -"Yes, yes, most likely ...". I fully felt it, but only then. At the bus stop, some type with a green umbrella, falling it through the window, the pluggish bring good. I meet Saturday morning: Garzon is solid, cut carefully, I’m already a zombie after the fourth, although the hunt is stronger than something, the hunting for the arrival of smart thoughts from the depths. I was stupefied for three self -boiling and now a very strong cartoon about Pinky and Brain, I sit in the stupid, like a plant, scoring it, scoring it on everything. The phone woke me up - “Ale, bro, what are you doing? There is a MAZ on the recording, read out, we need to tolerate the scan, look, the plastic of the cola is already cooling. ” I will not hide, I am glad of such a prospect. I’m calling the mobile, an hour later, such a panorama is: the porch, two grams, a charged unit, if I had been a major, he had twisted a hash-jintes, but since I wouldn’t have such heds with a pony. I run around the road along the zebra, I hasten to Andrei in anticipation of adventure. He will gather many villains, pour and brew, in short, the old algorithm, in the Ugari we will write fit with someone. Meanwhile, I went into the elevator, pressed on “10”, and 10 strange guys with mineral water and cotton wool: one squatted, the other is not enough, smiling, a puddle spreads under it. Well. And so I am in the hallway, undressed, I go into the kitchen and here by fucking myself-this is a gift from heaven, this happens only there somewhere. There is a table on the floor, a newspaper on the table, and in it an article is about smuggling caviar. The text is not visible, it is littered with the city of hydra. “Who did you throw it on it and when?” “Yes, no, Uncle Ruben was fraternally stacked in our way, so that the tracks were written.” The brewer ended, went to the Magaz, blasphemy. Now squeeze back. I’m not going to sleep, I behave defiantly, I show love for everyone around, my body is like a dough, dude, let's read those texts or not ... Make it to play this muscle on repeat, I will put your hand for it. He accepted Napas, lit a cigarette, sit and talk, not noticing how the clock in the conversation passes. Here is a story.