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Warm, nice, good. The desert heat is coming. I drive past the garages, a bunch of firewood from the closet was left by unknown people. The closet is dead. I flew past the cameras, on the outskirts of the steppes. I went down to the South and found Baghlan Kurmangozhin, he was smart and wearing glasses, and then I went to the park, where the cyclist scolded me that I was going along his path. Well, what to do if everyone moves along it. Stickers are not pasted where to move. Soon, after flying through the park, I found myself at a glass of water.
