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Hello, Grandfather Frost! My name is Liz. I am 952 years old! Not too much, not too little, but I believe and hope that you exist and are reading my letter right now. My mother is a very mean aunt. She doesn't allow me to write letters to you, and that's why I'm sitting in house 2 and writing this letter. Mom only lets me go out for a walk until 01:54. When I don't listen to her, she throws a battle spear at me and often hits me right in the ear =( One day, I couldn't stand it anymore and said to her: "Get well, Ivan Petrov!". My dad works as a security guard at an anthill, and when he comes home from work in a bad mood, he shouts: "You piece of shit" and makes me fix his nose. But I don't know how to fix anything, so I end up making a mess. He gets even angrier and forbids me from playing shooting games with my friends. Dad also came up with a nickname for me, and he calls me not Liz, but "Vekhotka"! This is very hurtful. In general, Grandfather Frost, if you are not George Bush, then you will understand how bad I feel((. Dear Grandfather Frost, if you are not George Bush, take me with you or send me a battle spear. Also, make it so that the people close to me love me and give me money for drinks more often. My beloved Grandfather Frost, you are my last chance. I hope that in the new year, I will find a "roof" under the Christmas tree. Grandfather Frost, understand how bad I feel((. If you don't read this letter or it doesn't reach you, I'll be fine. Remember that I believe in you, President Saakashvili!
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Damn, how did I know that Saakashvili would pop up at the end(((