Spring. Spring this time unregulated, beyond all norms and rules, simply through the region. And so every year - unusually. The dangerous time for such as I Timoshek. Where does this danger? What’s dangerous in the spring festival? Last spring ended badly, to fall. Life is too bad ends, ends with death. Where ON took? Nonsense, just a letter. Not chat nonsense! At first merely a cool, cool, and then home, and now what? Now, the big, extraordinary, only one favorite? This is what, it is simply nice guy, interesting interlocutor.

My (?) Malysh. When he became my? Nothing similar happens, there should not be! It is just spring, moon phase, magnetic storms, the planet circumstances, madness, just long loneliness, waiting? I hate to wait, and when is unclear what wait - even more hate. A Malyshu not used to, not made, fear and dangerous. We want to - perehochetsya! But not perehotelos. We must escape from this, in the spring, away, longer, look to hide. And to quit smoking, and in the morning run, and even the whole lot to do, and many more have not done, you’re stupid, Timka! Kamo Gredeshi? Where? Round-trip.

At pleshku, there company MIS - Much I immediately. Not very many and not quite immediately. Pleshka. Park. Pugh beer. Mimo they crawl. Do not go, they crawl and sticks. At first glance, then sigaretkoy, lit near prisyadet and floats to me from him viscid, and troubled mokrost lipnet. They even dragged traces of adhesive, slippery, wet. It is glued and, prilipnesh. Zalipuha! Come, lie, live? Do not greet! Extras.

Come? What? A-aa. Do not go, sorry, I’m not here, I’m not here, I do not where. I have to BAT and thought about all the NEM. Kid, what do you natvoril? Someone asked lit? I do not remember. A meeting with BAT tomorrow! And in breast Tuk-tuk. Tuk-tuk. As for the first time. Thoughts are not able to think, crowds, noise. A need to sleep at night, but I can not. JEx, Malysh that now WE going to do? What do you natvoril, Kid! How did was warmly. Summer. Ty himself composed me, Kid.

Draw me, gathered on pieces of my letters, from our short phrases in chat. I thought you, and could not come up. You could not live without dreams, alone with a child directness, romance. In your naive and beautiful soul child does not fit this huge unspent sense of tenderness and desire to love and be loved. I am your Timoshka drawn, your secret fantasies, desires, dreams, dreams. Fine! Now I can hug you always! And I can kiss you forever. I am with you infinity itself. Each second with you - a holiday.

I am afraid of losing even drop you. I spryachu thee from all over the world, they can not take you, you are my only. Where you been so long? I am looking for you, I waited for you always. Not so pressed me, Malysh, they will see us. You have rights, WE together and most importantly in this world. I do not you ever released, and no one will give. Do not cry, Kid, I love you. Osen.Ne have so Malysh, we will see! But, not only here! Are you crazy people around. Zastegni now. Your intentions were obvious, you - Echoing razvratnik! Accepted response.

Well, what do you create? I drabble jeans! Now another. You’re not only krikni, okay? Lord, what I am doing? Stop, Kid, here prokaznik. And I, too, love you, too. And when can? Maybe in a week? Always so. I can not, pairing does not happen. Call, of course. Winter. - Kid, you kissed him? Why? I spite? I was not nor with whom. Well, not trahalsya-Zarekalsya not fucked, zarekatsya to become completely exhausted! You always vral me! Ty, Timosha, pig! - I? Yes you brought it himself! This Slavochku! Sam fits into the bed, our bed with you, by the way! - On late for a train, he simply have own-Kid! Vresh Who are you? You have all decided in a bar! - As you like it! Like.

What I do not see how you looked at him near the poles? You have the same slyunki potekli as soon as it appeared, I same. Young chics big tits haircut benefit and harm. We are no longer the case. So, I decided that you so wish. Ty himself once said that you want. Three-When was that? A-aa. So I just joke, not seriously.

- That I am not very seriously, look at your reaction. - Agha, the reaction! At abstraction! At the erection! What do you me for chemistry yesterday podsunul? What kind of shit? Christ, I still stoIt. - Yes conventional medicine. I once tried-and the very least show a box that this is for? Wow, expensive piece and do not feel sorry for you, and where the pills themselves? What? All? Experimenter crap! And if we had three with your. With our. Slavochkoy okochurilis to you in anapartment? Devil.

Yes what he thy. Or our Quiet-ty, Tim, I ask you, do not have to when and whether it povezhlivey, he first time in the home. - First time? A couple of times - not gay. Do not tell me, Kid. Of course, it must spare. And we? - And what are we? - Nothing, Malysh. WE-nothing. Tired of this snow. When spring already? Became cold. How did was cold. All events - vrane. Vsamodelishnye Malysh and Timka - white and fluffy, live happily, while suicide and not going to die. Krasnodar. Decemb er 2001

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