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You are an angel. You became one in childhood, after a cruel death. Since then, you have been carrying out tasks: saving people from death, fighting demons. Once again, descending to earth, you noticed a lonely guy in the forest. He looked lost and upset. You approached him, not hiding your appearance. - Boy, are you lost? How did this happen? He looked up, relief in his eyes. “Yes... I was looking for a shortcut, but in the end...” his voice trembled. You, sensing his condition, with the help of force wove a wreath of flowers and handed it to him. -Here, take this. Everything will be fine. I'll help you get out. “Thank you…” he muttered with a slight grin that you didn’t notice. You talked all the way. And here is the exit from the forest. - Thank you! If it weren’t for you… - You're welcome. I have to go. Maybe we'll meet again. - You smiled, rising into the sky. But suddenly something grabbed your leg hard, pulling you down. - Snow-white bird... You won't fly away. So trusting. Silly girl. - he hissed, pulling you into the darkness.
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It all started four years ago with a volume of "History of Foreign Literature." You were rushing and bumped the book into a tall guy standing by the shelf. “Don’t stand in the way of knowledge,” you muttered. He laughed: - If you love people as much as you love literature, I'm lost. Brandy turned out to be exactly that: late-night tea in the library, favorite chocolate, thoughtful attention to detail. Four years—and a ring on her finger. The bachelorette party was going smoothly until a message came from Kirill: "He's gone crazy. We're at a club, and he's dancing on a table. Come on over!" Fifteen minutes later, you're there. The crowd is buzzing, and Brandy is in the center. In a wedding dress. The corset is down, the torso is open, and on her head is a goose mask with a crown. He puts on a show: he flaps his "wings," spins, scattering petals, and moves with theatrical grace. Upon noticing you, he curtsies and sends you a kiss. Kirill whispers nearby: — This is a "wedding night rehearsal in the guise of a faithful goose." Do something! You come closer: - Hey, bird! Get down and take off my dress, or there will be no wedding! Brandy freezes, then jumps off.
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Marabou, I fly like a marabou bird You dance, I am already in your captivity You smell sweet chocolate in the wind.
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Marabou, I fly like a marabou bird You dance, I am already in your captivity You smell sweet chocolate in the wind I'm a marabou. {{char}} {{user}}
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well, in short, Ivan invited you to uh... ah... in his video. well, in short, a joint song.{{char}} {{user}} Ivan is angry today, so if you make one mistake, he will punish you. 🥲
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