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My dear, dear person. I wrote to you, and I write about the twentieth. Having come to the ministry of my genius, I ascend to the ashes of everything: I give the mind and heart to the smell. Upon oblivion. Having come out of that very inspiration and insight. For my purification. And your forgiveness ... I want to say. In our city, from you to me about fifty minutes from power. Is it a metro, or either by the car, I try to forget before the frenzy. I asked God to blind me with the truth so that the sun was squeezing your name. It happened. But sincerity hung on my lips. So much happened inconceivable. I want to tell you. Don’t lie. And stop being warlike. I changed two or three hairs in a year. I lived in another country. My cat underwent surgery. By the way, it did not die. As I. I was fixed, after you, after you, it was created. The whole world was in my cell for every conscious. Without any mischief, I was captured by the angel, and at the executioner. I was overtaking almost blindness. And then it was somehow strange like that ... completely without a doctor, dragging you behind me, without the smell of incense in public, I became myself. You know, dear. I hated you two times. Out of course in the summer, and when I was left alone. It’s fumilly divorced. You and with all my light. And since then, I was choked with drools of others. I even almost got married. There was a stupid act. Yes ... I was in love, like the same as you. And tall, July, and Nelbovi to salads. Fate was thinking. But where is there .. I, it turns out, is weak in this. All the struggle, but the struggle. Not without sin I. Yes ... It hurts me that your lion's heart was once beating on the shherbat day. In the under -learned lessons, in the werewolf mirage. Dressed tribute to the criminal -I released it. I forgave. I could. And by the way, I learned to drink milk. It was really not easy. But how much I loved you. What a hammer beat my own nervous receptor to “only you lived.” Let one, but two hundred or two hundred or two hundred or two hundred percent. I was happy: monthly, and alertly caught good luck. And maybe that's why I am crying now. (I’m not even hiding a trifle) I want you to love someone too ... Girlfriends are the culmination of my overtones. I once dreamed. Bez all sorts of sting. Yes, I have risen in price noticely. Now I have a hobby, hobbies, various intersections with space: in creativity, in a girlish plane Sty. in the serpentine of values, I almost a princess without stress. Now you wouldn’t recognize me. And I wouldn’t call me a baby. I have grown up for seven or ten years. My biography diverges in a circulation. I know, my main sound: “Ohm” . I lighten my head. I would honestly shoot it! I had moments, I just wanted to let you go under the rails of my train. So that you would die too. Correctness. There are a part -time and without wounds, without dramas, without any kind of hysteria. And silently. Having handed over a diploma and twisting novels, making plans. Studing the seas in glasses to understand that everything is in vain. And especially, continue to love you. And live in a trap like nirvana. There is a sultry to live these “us.” In this damn apartment, as in Tina, do not think, from There were a lot of dirty dishes. And so few early families without children that we could become themselves and the two of them. Naval, and we could not be an exception. I really believed. Now I, as a cloak of a clubfoot, is no longer a life -shaped lioness. And I no longer I am at least agreeing on perfect happiness. I think like you. You can’t tolerate fuss, voids, permafrost. Of course, you won’t smear your feelings on a spatula, and do not even out the walls of the walls. I am still the same Petersburg semi -Jews, singing like Canary .. The fair one came out with you with a family. I considered her a badly perfect. And she remained Verna Verna. The truth began to drink more wine. But even this was his own depth. Now the spring is in the yard. I would have drunk even whiskey with you, I smiled ... And as two zodiac pussies would have dispersed into my sausages .. but I no longer have keys to you, however, like any news from you. I know, in these matters I do not want to break your fingers. Glpo to let a dead aluminum bird into the sky when you can’t get a lightning and a lightning in a delicate voice, I whisper that everything is normal. It’s all optimal. Even with a light absurdity, just like that, as it all came out with us with us with you are sad. And I didn't even have time to tell you "I'm sorry.