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Post in the style of a baby's crib. I apologize for my French, especially the left-leaning impression ? HOW DO YOU CALL ALL THAT!!!" It seems like God decided that I slept too much in this life and sent me a child - "sleep for weaklings". He doesn't sleep anywhere and ever!!! We still sleep in a blanket. It's like a curtain on a lock. I think if he could, he would slap his eyes with his hands when they start closing traitorously. 800 million times a night we dream/drink/suck/talk/stupidly about it (need to emphasize it). More or less peaceful night is considered races all over the couch with closed eyes. Such
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