girls thought of the result

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girl you take it?
a girl was raped by bad guys,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! So she was desperate, she would like to give yourself a break one, but she could not bear her love. So she gave her love a story, on the phone. After listening to the boy to understand the content of this story and the person referred to. But he could not so quickly accept this reality, the boy told the girl, let him think about his 12 hours of time!
girls thought of the result,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she said with a forced smile, well, I give you, but also give me 12 hours.
day dawn, and the East appeared a little dim gray powder. Girls know that they have no hope, and earnest dressing a bit, watching the sleeping pills,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], ready to pick up the phone, she has many, many of sadness and too much frustration.
When the phone rang, and a boy calling.

second virginity,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], will you? Medicine bottles and telephone fell to the ground at the same time, the girl crystal tears slowly fall down face down. His angel, his only ... ... and so he gasped to the girl at the door, the room door wide open, the girl had tears in his eyes have been constantly watching the stairs. Hush,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], he ground out a long breath,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the second to you, now give it. Boy kissed the girl crystal tears: tears!

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you are a boy, would you accept it? ? ?

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We were driving along the road from Treguier to Kervanda. We passed at a smart trot between the hedges topping an earth wall on each side of the road; then at the foot of the steep ascent before Ploumar the horse dropped into a walk, and the driver jumped down heavily from the box. He flicked his whip and climbed the incline, stepping clumsily uphill by the side of the carriage, one hand on the footboard, his eyes on the ground. After a while he lifted his head, pointed up the road with the end of the whip, and said--
"The idiot!"
The sun was shining violently upon the undulating surface of the land. The rises were topped by clumps of meagre trees, with their branches showing high on the sky as if they had been perched upon stilts. The small fields, cut up by hedges and stone walls that zig-zagged over the slopes, lay in rectangular patches of vivid greens and yellows, resembling the unskilful daubs of a naive picture. And the landscape was divided in two by the white streak of a road stretching in long loops far away, like a river of dust crawling out of the hills on its way to the sea.
"Here he is," said the driver, again.
In the long grass bordering the road a face glided past the carriage at the level of the wheels as we drove slowly by. The imbecile face was red, and the bullet head with close-cropped hair seemed to lie alone, its chin in the dust. The body was lost in the bushes growing thick along the bottom of the deep ditch.