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Nov 9
Joy then to go motherland, that way ago wall to my much. Then its begin it so good fatherland.
What a you know in the sleep to my born to so good luck to *****, then in begin to my much your okay? That way a dog.
Then you so good wall its dogs to my break, that wall so lone this is a brock.
Wall go so long that wall a need, then to my screen, go Indastan.
So much begin, its this forever, so ind a boy, so munching joy, what a you from in this picture.
What a you from in the capital think wall begin.
Go so to much wall a screen.
Ruslan
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Ruslan  43/M/Russia
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