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The berserker confidently tied Naza's hands behind her back, inserted a piece of cloth into her mouth, and tied another smaller rope around Naza's face to prevent her from spitting out the cloth. He jumped out of the wagon, which began to slowly turn off the road to the left and ran after the Wolf and the thief. Darg ran first, keeping a slow pace so that his slower companions could keep up with him. After a couple of minutes, he stopped and pointed ahead. Gorr took out a lasso and quietly walked around on the right side, Dasal did the same, walking around on the left. Darg waited a minute, then lay down on the ground and slowly crawled forward. After 100 meters he stopped and sniffed. A rabbit with a rabbit behind the bushes in front of him. They are 5 meters away. Gorr sits 10 meters to the right. Right in that tall grass. He is ready to attack. On the left, 20 meters away, on a hill, Dasal is waiting. Over there behind that big oak tree. It's almost dark now. So it's time to attack.
Darn.
“The main thing is not to cry,” I thought to myself, but my eyes were already wet, I looked at him through a veil of tears.
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I don't even know how it all started. It seemed like such a wonderful evening. We went to visit, sat in good company, had fun, came home. I have the brightest plans for the coming evening and night, the wildest dreams, and she, my friend, suddenly got turned on for no reason. And I don’t love her, and I don’t appreciate her, and all evening I danced with only one proshmandovki (these are her girlfriends). And with her, poor little orphan, only a few times of everything, and even then so-so. And all evening he was only staring at these bitches, at their tits, at their asses.
Olya, I want you.