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Privet drug , nastalo vremya yego teper' vremya, chtoby prodolzhit' znamenituyu seriyu , izvestnuyu kak bengal'skiy len' monologov .
I lay down and began reading, the rain was dripping and rolling down the window this combined with the mellow humm of the bathroom fan really set the scene for some evening reading. Then for some reason I thoight of the waitress from mama mia oh what a great meal that was. It was okay I guess nothing specracular but for a dingy italians in an alley it was pretty good. The thing really cemented in my mind was the phony review. I concocted at work the following morning it must have taken me two hours to get a decent one thought of and I didn't even publish it spontaneity it really lost on me.