Sometimes love and maniacs
The story has nothing to do with real events, and then who knows all of a sudden who has what was similar.
I always had the strong feeling that they were watching me. It all started from that memorable moment. I came to my grandmother in the village, I was here not for the first time. Well, there I was curious. How are the girls, but how are the boys. But who did not come across this, but most of all, but isn’t it? Well, my acquaintance began at the age of five, probably, in a stuffy hayloft, where my friend Masha and I played dolls. What can I say, I was apparently more developed, once I persuaded Masha to undress. Oh, they caught us then, scolded us, as they followed, explained that it was impossible so, and let go in peace. Masha did not see that summer anymore. A couple of years passed, and already for the summer holidays I arrived in the village.
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