to this:

I tried the focus with the lighthouse in the bathroom in the mirror. That’s what fishing is. (And I will put the floor on the first night or at five in the morning). All logical arguments are broken down into the simple human "extremely foolish!".
He stood in front of the mirror. I wait. Here are those 5 minutes (well about that, because HZ for how long there stood) in the head persistently came the footage from the movie Konstantin, when Reeves on the street guides the lighthouse and suddenly sees a crowd of all kinds of guys. The fucking Hollywood.
I whispered the light bulb. Honestly, the first moment of shock is just a swallow! Because if you scratch at the level of the chest, the light from the spark falls from the bottom up and the game of light and shadow creates a real devil in the place of the face. The second effect: because the light is the only light source, playing from side to side, your shadow (like the shadow of the curtain from the bath that hanged behind me) begins to blink behind your back, adding to your face a very fucking hellish entourage.
Generally speaking, fuck him!

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