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Имаше две ръце, с които умираше да разрошва косите й, да я прегръща и разучава с пръсти... От месеци ръцете му заспиваха във формата й и без значение как ги нагласяше, винаги се събуждаше прегърнал спомен.
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أمل
September 27, 2012 at 9:20 AM
красиво :)
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