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Seriously, think about it. Before, if you said anything I disagreed with, I would get incredibly angry and start swearing like crazy. Now, you're already annoying me by writing about games I don't know, and before, I would have started cursing, but now I'll just turn on Tribal Wars and start building up my tribe.
Ment
Quote: Message from Old Evil What the heck?
Quote: Message from New Evil Some kind of nonsense
Yeah, a lot has changed. P.S. And I forgot that you were also called Evil Girl :D
And I liked that name:( :(
Added 9 minutes later
Evil Girl is shorter than Lord Black, I'll write "Evil Girl". Besides, it sounds like "Kitty" at the end :3
So now he calls me that too:) He even calls me Blacky
And now I've become more concise.
Пара банок пива, снаряд дешевого пойла Ракета прущего дыма и море свободы Серьезные помыслы, прущие скорости, мама с вопросами: - Куда ты дел совесть? Стань взрослым. Я в ответ молчал виновато - Посмотри на брата, разве трудно быть нормальным? Им не понять меня, не поменять меня Хотели поломать меня - им не поймать меня В чем моя вина? Думал бежать отсюда, хлопал дверями злобно - Обида-паскуда Мама била посуду и тихо плакала Молилась за меня Богу - свечи ставила
By the way, you mentioned using different expressions like "мя," "ся," and so on. Here's a quatrain from Pushkin's poem "The Captain's Daughter": But the eyes that captivated me, are always before me; they disturbed my soul, and shattered my peace.
Пара банок пива, снаряд дешевого пойла Ракета прущего дыма и море свободы Серьезные помыслы, прущие скорости, мама с вопросами: - Куда ты дел совесть? Стань взрослым. Я в ответ молчал виновато - Посмотри на брата, разве трудно быть нормальным? Им не понять меня, не поменять меня Хотели поломать меня - им не поймать меня В чем моя вина? Думал бежать отсюда, хлопал дверями злобно - Обида-паскуда Мама била посуду и тихо плакала Молилась за меня Богу - свечи ставила
Amko
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