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Isn’t your owner lost?



They lived in Kakhovka, opposite Bucharest. Time is midnight. Sam is more

The Negative.



I leave myself.

What something?? to

- Yes, I just need to go to the supermarket... for a moment... well there... somebody.

in small...



well well. Get rid of the midnight maniacs. Uncut stinking black terrier

And the girl in the eighth month comes to you. They caught in

The supermarket.



He went out onto the balcony, looked after, imagined something like Sam sitting.

On the empty square, he fought with pity, then with conscience.

Then, with laziness, I put on tapes, locked the door, smoked, and went. Or I am not

I know how much is a minute in a supermarket.



A sad death with a dog. Half empty black parking.

A lonely dog. Moving from foot to foot and pulling

The blind side to the bright windows. A wheelchair abandoned. and

and silence. And no one. Ah-ma... I pulled off the lead, went over the corner, onto the lawn.



I stand in the corner. Whatever the dog means to observe, and the entrance. Going past the stack.

The midnight teenagers. On the lead is such a small black hose.

The Dry. What was I most surprising about? Dritch – an exact copy of Sam, on a scale

1 to 20 approximately. And they bind him wherever he is.

We were sitting.



And at this time, to meet them, from the bright doors of the supermarket - the stomach in the

in the frame of ten packs "who is small", on top of the head. and head

She sings to herself, “Now, now, my Seven! Now and now,

My sweet one! I’m tired of waiting for my mother, poor boy!”



And all this structure, going along with the teenagers, moves boldly on

Direction to Dresden. He is also a living soul.

He was terrified in the midst of the darkness, he rushed to meet, the lead stretched,

He moves his feet and feeds.



I have to say that our mother’s acuity of sight has never been different. Them

more in the wrong light of distant lights. And we and Sam opened our mouths.

How to give a voice... Suddenly, a couple of meters from the threshold, she stood up, as if

On the wall, frozen, sat down, the bags fell out of her hands, and sleepy Moscow.

He covers the cry:



Same to Same!! What did they do to you???! to



Drake, I think, has gone crazy.