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As it should be drunk in a country house - buzzed two days, head to Sunday evening was square in the eyes troilos and meat have been impossible and no digestive funds do not help to relieve heaviness in the stomach. Hospitable owners did not want to let go, they poured all the time and as a result, have survived only the most persistent, and most cunning. Saturday evening I was not pleased with juicy details because the mother of Roman wore a tracksuit, for mosquito bites. But on Sunday morning, when I went with a terrible hangover cold drink some water, make up for lost time. Got up early, it was six in the morning on the clock, his head ached with a hangover, in shorts standing snag, demanding sex. I walked around the house to sit in for a gander refreshment, cheered up with water from the well, and only going to go into the house, where the snoring of the guests together, as noted in the figure of a sleeping Vitaly Sergeyevna.
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