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Do not believe those who tell you how grandmothers from bodies or terrible masks fall into fainting and heart attacks. I was, I think, 14 years old. He was tall for his age. And, somehow, I got tired to repeat the jerk from the eralash (with a mask and an elevator), a suitable mask was presented the day before. He turned out the shovel, wore the mask, picked the lift in the neighboring house without weights. and what? The first grandmother-god-gowner-gowner took me so far away that I dragged away from her by running away.

It would be a pity if there was a Darwin Prize.