Pijem. Pijem. Pijem red wine. Pijem. Pijem white wine. Pijem. Jem. Jem. I eat wild boar. wild, such a forest pig. Pijem. Pijem red wine. Jem. I eat pickles. Chick sits on a spring or summer in the slot. I eat pickles, various vegetables in vinegar. I eat pickles. Such a small onion. Patisony that resemble a spaceship or maybe more hair from my neighbor's sixth Pumpkin in cubes. Kubik, sześcianik, unlike a square which has six walls, each with a different plane. Peppers. Red. Red by nature, I poured vinegar is colorless as water. Water does not pijem. Pijem wine. Red pepper and vinegar, which is located next to the boar on a plate. White, as a measure patisson or onion, or next to the wild as a clump of green grass in the forest, after which the animal some time ago, yet he ran ...
I can not drink. Pijam aloe juice and tea. Pijam green, because apparently healthier than black. Taste has a rustic, golden hides rustling rye, sticky black soil from rain and smoldering campfires small potatoes in the autumn. Rain like the tears flowing after a small slope just behind the wooden barn, slipping from the top, to furrows in the earth, from the lashes and beneath the lids, to corners of the mouth in a grimace and the steep precipice apple-round chin ...
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