The first working day. I just want to go back to the warm sea and a cold beer. And here - in the morning, we can't pull, we can't pull out. On the left side of the motorcycle wheel is a wheel, wheel.
Behind the last bike, in four meters, like a rope tied, a crown flies. Ordinary gray, thick such, Moscow carcass. I woke up a little - this is a bird handy at the bike driver, running after the owner without a guide. The Style!
Before supporting the bridge, the two-wheelers are slowed and pressed into the left strip: narrow. The aforementioned motorcyclist also reduced the speed, after which Vorona, after catching up and hanging over him for a moment, climbed and licked a huge black-and-white-green cacao on the polished ground. If it were not the round head of the helmet, it would have been placed precisely behind the shovel.
Then she broke the twist across all five rows and scratched back along the edge.

I know that motorcyclists don’t like bad motorcyclists. But what did the motorcyclist have to do to get the crown?! to

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