Obscene stories
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The girl did not let up:
– Be honest. You are very interesting to me, today I had a beautiful day, and I would like the rest of this, and perhaps not only this day to spend with you, unless of course you are interested in me. What say you?
– Yes, Yes, of course, you really liked me too, it's funny all of course happened, but I'm glad it all happened that way.
– Great, then I suggest we take a walk around the city until one of our apartments gets in the way. U agree? At the same time we learn which of us lives closer.
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I do not know if this pair has succeeded, whether they have built a short-term or long-term, but in General some kind of relationship. Came out of the cafe, and went in different directions, or reached a happy old age together. Not the point. During the dialogue it became clear that the company is "Stealth", which employs People, is a subsidiary of the company "Maxim". That is, by and large, they work in the same company, different documents, but the same, in fact. With the same approach, with the same management, in the same working microclimate. Moreover, they lived in the same house, only in the entrances from different sides, had about the same age, and did not lead a particularly different way of life, being at about the same level of social status. But at the same time they used different approaches to everything that happens around. You can be a pessimist, look through the dirty dirty window on the dreary, sluggish, stretching everyday life, somehow doing something and somehow existing. And you can Wake up with a smile, see the joy in any weather and a fresh solution in any situation, painting every day in new colors. On which side of the house to live for you – let everyone choose for themselves. But, in my opinion, it is more pleasant and interesting to take the reins of time into your own hands and try to guide them through the possible in the right direction, that only optimists can do. And if it so happened that Your window today on the shady side of the house, it seems to me that it is never too late to push the curtains wide open, open the window and see something beautiful.
Not that bad
It's evening. Fabulously beautiful, mysterious, alluring evening of January. On the street there are no burning Siberian frosts, about seven degrees with a minus sign, but after yesterday's decline to thirty-two, it seems warm. The window of my apartment overlooks a busy road, but the cars on it now go not often. The January holidays have not yet fully died down, and the work will make people fuss about a week later. There is still a week of silence, peace, beautiful weather with drizzling large flakes of snow.
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