Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
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I think someone is trying to interrupt our conversation.
Let's completely go for extreme...
They met at seventy.
Why? She tried to remember.
Now, who is she?
He was a little nervous.
She gave him a white round dress button to calm down...
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