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“The young lady didn’t poke,” Camelia squeezed nervously, “is it really that difficult?” “In my opinion, everything should be the other way around,” Lavrenti recalled the pages of the medical encyclopedia.
– I ate three eggs at home:, well, scrambled eggs, and now these berries, here it is mixed up.

Over the fence hung down and grinning staring at us stranger uncle.
– Hi, Vasya.

– answered aunt Lena.
– Yes, I came here.
Strawberry is gone, sorry.
And it will end, and you will not see me here.
And this is – relatives of my son came for the summer.
She herself will be later.
– Oh well.
– stretched uncle.
– you are, Len.
Come in the evening, we will celebrate your arrival.
And bring the boy, huh? – Ok, Vasya, we’ll see.
– Do not “see”, and come.
– with these words, the uncle disappeared into the depths of his territory.
– Aun Len, and who is this? – I asked.
It turned out to be a neighbor who lives here all summer and most of the autumn.
At the request of neighbors, looks after their sites, while they are absent.

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He likes to drink, but in general a good man.
Therefore, in the evening we will visit him.
I was not very surprised by the neighbors and should be friends.
I once again bent over the bed, occasionally casting glances at Aunt Lena’s ass looming in front of me and remembering how I stroked her some half a day ago.
In the evening we went to visit.
Lena dressed up in a sundress well above the knees, and I dressed as usual in a T-shirt and shorts.
The table was already laid.
The appetizer was mainly a dacha made from all sorts of cucumbers, radishes and the like, and in the center stood a liter bottle of something dull, presumably of moonshine.
Basil, setting us at the table, immediately poured the moonshine into glasses, not forgetting to drop me (to the very bottom, only for order) and made a toast, as usual – for the harvest.
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