In the dream, the machine sucks the bulb mate and says, "Without music there is poetry. And the PA, which has the face of the mate, winks and adds: "Working with the image is essential. I look and say, as a nugget of chocolate-intense, sweet, "Never will I ignored, do not pretend to do so now, no?. And then, look and laugh, accomplices, satisfied. Just smile for me fall is "all ideological shelf." What if the bottom is what I always waited for me? What "ignore them"? If this is so? What then?
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