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a ya esli by linking park ili uj tem bolee scooter postavil v pleer, to tochno okrasil by belosnejno chistyi sneg v cvet moego zavtraka
nihera ya ne slushau kogda kataus'. slishkom jalko pler. da i on gluchit' nachinaet esli ego trasti
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he was too mad to live
and too unique to die
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