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Jul. 21st, 2021 10:17 am
Jul. 21st, 2021
Jul. 21st, 2021 08:24 pm
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Мы тут почитали ранний студенческий рассказ Стивена Кинга. Вороной конь сборщика налогов никогда не будет прежним.
He threw away his cigar and lit a joint. Then he walked over to where he had tethered Stokely, his black stallion. He wrapped his arms around Stokely's neck and held him close.
"At last, darling," Slade whispered. "We're alone."
After a long while, Slade and Stokely rode off into the sunset in search of new adventures.
He threw away his cigar and lit a joint. Then he walked over to where he had tethered Stokely, his black stallion. He wrapped his arms around Stokely's neck and held him close.
"At last, darling," Slade whispered. "We're alone."
After a long while, Slade and Stokely rode off into the sunset in search of new adventures.
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