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In the morning in her native E-burg, a grandmother - God's dandelion - rushes to the red light along the central street. The movement - you understand - the screech of brakes, squeals from the open windows... And the dragonfly rushes, looking in front of her. Holding a stick with one hand, and CONSTANTLY CRAZYING with the other!(//tractor-service.com)
... And you say there is no faith left in people...
Antokha
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