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The pigeons tore bread greedily, as if we were eating trout meat. The breeze at the corners blew strongly in the back and carried me into the distance. the apparent head is icy. Having slipped along the paths that the tractor had made near the Christmas tree, he made a running round dance and ran along the sand, which was scattered near the finish line. The cabinets were removed from the dump. Didn't get to the arena.
