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XXX is good to do. I came today from work, hoping for a miracle, turned the music into the contact and there. All creatures are like this.
I am slightly upset, I cut off the sab (totally, even the power cable pulled out), I turn off the columns, twist all the wires, carefully put everything in the corner and... music played, her mother!!! to
XXX I, carefully riding the bricks, look around, no. I am home alone.
xxx music definitely plays next to, not loudly so as if bullied
xxx intuitively looking for a cat, he can do a similar henna, but here too. Not near him.
XXX is here for me! The monitors are playing!! You fucking imagine, the monitor stands and a song is singing to me!
xxx for about 7 years of its operation it happened for the first time))) I forgot long ago that the columns built in it
xxx immediately recalled the funny joke about the boy: what before it was silent?! Everything was fine before ?
XXX is shorter
xxx a little calmed down and soberly assessing the situation came later - I put the HDMI cable recently, and he and the sound calmly so transmitted)
xxx here