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The Navigator Fresh Record: "President M. was short-leg friendly and called him prezikom."
Thunder Will Not Burst Out, Peasant Will Not Cross: But now -- the session of auto-ashes-head-sprinkling.
It Was Here 4: "When I brought cap home, dog greatly was revived. It for some reason immediately solved, that this this thing is special for it, like the toy bears, which we to it sometimes bring so that she them would tear to pieces and would take out white synthetic cotton in them of the belly. I attempted even to preserve this cotton and to fill her back into the bears so that to the dog there would be anew the same happiness, but it then to me tired, because dog with the same happiness into the minutes tore up the accurately zashtopannogo bear and threw about cotton throughout entire house. Therefore bears now live in our of empty sandpapers. It can be, the type of cap reminded the dog of empty bear."
Plastic Peace Will Never Conquer, Orphan from the Planet of Perdida: "Nemnogo after thinking, I purchased sausage for thirteen shekels and crumbled to its cat to asfal't. Kotik it were annealed by hot sausage it hurried somewhat more rapidly than doyest'ya it sat next on the border, concentratedly it looked at the sneakers."
We Burn! Accurately We Burn!: "In the course of the first working month me they had time to frighten by horse, fixed by cap and gradient into entire screen. Now me cannot be frightened it seems by anything. Only sometimes first the bridges across the river I compose at night, then examination tickets in the auto-school."
Siymon69: "It did not see not one old-time, which would not force novices 'to dry crocodiles,' to trample down parade-ground to to useru, to run around the barracks, 'to start musical deer,' 'to show soul to the inspection' and other army khuynyu."
Diaries of Skazochnika: "The 'song of opera hats.'"
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