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So, I – thirteen, I went to the eighth grade, and the whole of June to spill the beans in town. In July, my parents were lucky – they were offered hot tour on the cheap.
The whole problem was, where to place me. Suddenly ran to visit my father’s cousin, aunt Ira, youngish woman thirty years, but which looked like a student, a freshman. A couple of years ago, she divorced her husband, and her property remained in Malahovka dacha, where she spent every summer with her daughter Olenka, which at the time I turned eleven.
No need to tell that I was invited to stay with them. Badanga video chat.