I am seating. I am staring at the blank sheet of digit paper in front of me.
And I know what to write about. But don’t know how. Because the set of words is erratic. You can’t just pick an element numbered as 7 from it knowing that this one will definitely suit you.
And it happens this way to me almost every time.
This Way.
And many people have it
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это лишь поверхностная видимость, батончик.
вот офигела я сама с себя,когда первый стих у меня на английцком выпал в этом году.
если хошь-откопаю его в анннналах.
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но, боюс, ничего не пойму
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я права или я права?:)
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I actually was thinking of the times in which I believe for some reason when everyone was just sharing, that's the idea.
maybe those times were even before people started apple-sheep barter, and, of course, before the money appeared...
some kind of pre-historic period but with minstrels...what you think?
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к тому же не опошляй идею.
кстати, даже не мою, по всей видимости:)))
зы.вот чувака засмущаем, он ж русского не знает...:)))
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**hugs you**
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*claps you*:))
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кстати, завтра у Пиоса ДР, напоминаю по-дружески, просто вдруг ты завертелась и не помнишь?:)
чмок
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