You write here with such hope about the screams of your soul, tearfully ask to bring to the top shouting injustice, as if, clicking on the button "send to consideration", you imagine a superman who at night in family trousers with the letter S is arranged more conveniently at the comp, holding on his knees a plate with plums.. and here this imaginary superman opens a bore and hits your quote.. "nuclear yours for your foot!" - shouts superman and lays a hot plum bouillon from indignation, - "what injustice!".. the remaining plums supermen swallow in seconds, not chewing. rushing to the t-shirt straight to the surfaces of the family, he opens the plum and shouts down to you to help you, to punish the evils of the

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