An attachment, we call it. I took some beams of duck and goodness to the clock. Acting in the fourth grade , the principal gave me a book on robinsons line, yankee mauro, for outstanding studies. In general, i trailed, wilderness such places where on here to spend the night with breams. We took with us a packer of bread, ovanishche somewhere in the wilderness robili. A small hut the forest has not finished eating, still health, set the mood for the house. I take berries. In general, we have cowberry crane and robin to recognize. And there are quite a few cranes on the ground with green alleys for a month and a half and they will burn. Its not the great wetlands and thats where i dont grow up. I have now been 20 years, rut, here i gained up to five liters with my hands. On one of the bolotins , not far from the tulle , they are found to check the going, now i have an eye for justifications for her uniform. In my pocket , only cellophane. Down covered with clumsy snow do you think well,
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