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Touched? To the silk of her flowing hair. And she? Graceful with a black cougar. With what? With a magical charm. And then? Penetrates to the lungs, forbidding you to breathe without command. Soft shades of eyes. How so? Stunning. Natural with inner beauty, knocking you off your feet. A great rarity. And if? Sensitive care. Sincere, truthful, bewitching openness. Maybe? Cheerful, active. Loyal, devoted. Thrifty and neat. Different. Not to take away? Graceful with curves. Stunning. Driving mad muffled purr. With the velvety timbre of his voice. It is special for its uniqueness. She was brought up with human values. Even? Waking up with languid kisses. Dear, dear. Feminine. Intoxicating. So it happens? Plunges into insomnia. Charming carelessness, filled with curiosity. Mischievous. Charming in the delights of children. Excited. Amazing taste in the choice. Melodious voice. Magical imagination. Read. And in a moment? Predatory. A tigress dominating. Playful. Pampering. Carat treasure. Irresistible. Cat, hot, with an unbending will. Stunning. Mad in devotion, alternating sincerity Bored. Sarcastic to the situation. Well-read, appealing to quotations recognized by eternity. Priceless. Unique, unique in its uniqueness. The brilliance of intoxicating pupils fascinates. So strong? Dizzying. Brilliant. Fragrant. Impeccable in choice. Incomparable in greatness. Fantastic, incomprehensible in its facets. Amazing. Going mad, giving the last. Withering away by thousands, withering. Captivating with delicate features, radiant skin. Intoxicatingly daring. Permeated with sunny Rays. With an implanted sense of tact.

Slammed. “Is this about me? Miss. Please… Hey, man, if possible, count my losses at this table. Bring the bill, you see? And if possible, do not delay, they have already announced the landing. Airport. Vanity. Voice. Parting. Empty, with drops of Scottish wine – also on me. And at my expense, for the next one, for that girlfriend of champagne. I’m flying. I’m running in the next, from the next, squeezed out. Shackled by fears from merciless time, takes away from… youth. I want to remain the same windy and indifferent to the cynical, flying from branch to branch, changing islands with waves, mixing coordinates made up by someone impeccable. How are you? As before, are you laughing, playing around? Your winter is completely constrained. Freezing out the remnants of heat, forgotten, left. Fly in. Let’s chat under the stars behind the degrees. We will exchange kisses, slightly touching the tips of our lips. We will dissolve later in vulgarity, merging, digging, biting. Come dear, I miss you. Do you hear?”