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When I got home, I thought that finishing work could make money. Obviously you can.

I definitely like manual labor, but pedagogy ... no. I'm definitely leaning towards RASH. Just support with new learning process technologies.

Yes.

When I entered the apartment, I was greeted with a reproachful look and traces of a barbaric murder of what seemed to be the last pot of plants in the apartment. There were cacti in pallets, but this almost pound carcass named Murzik disdained them.

Whether because they are planted with aloe, but he loves them, so obviously not.

Whether because the pots were ceramic ... were, and the pallets were made of plastic. Maybe.

Or maybe the whole point is that the last plants are fixed with screws to the wall and window sill? Well ... maybe, but the TV did not save it.

“Yes, now I will pour you food,” I said, went into the kitchen and saw a new note.

Why has Moore lost 212 grams since I left?

Did you feed him at all, brother?

If anything, I transferred to an extern
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