Wow, how sweeping, how to order moods, I now was that necessary, namely snowfall, and it is of such force that wanted to rip his cap, and lifting up his hands to shout to the world that I feel good…
…how cool, even smoke don't want to, although I, the first thing coming out of the house, always opened a fresh pack of "Java»…
… and there is no, quit Smoking all OK?? bear…
… right, I would even say – pull, but I said that I will not spoil this impression of smoke, so I won't…
… the guy said-the guy made!
… all the more that cigarettes remained homes on the bedside table…
"Hey, kid, good evening, can I bum a cigarette? No Smoking? That's right, that's good."
… well sweeps, as in childhood, the snow remained the same, remained the same impression, a sense of joy, a sense of celebration and carelessness, though it was much faster to pass, and I was different.
Okay, it's getting cold, like, and to work early, a moment of weakness has passed, went to bed.
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