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And don’t think of all the fools who give the gaze.
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Perfectly on the machine, I pretend the distance and the probability of a sharp set of speed of the ashes with the trajectory intersecting with mine. There can be a lot of options: fucking under the spays, a heart attack (any other), a technical malfunction, and I am not a cat and my life is only one.
Yes, another stupid habit remained - constantly monitoring the roof for snipers and the road under the feet for stretching-mining.