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Слушать(AI)We Stopped at Perfect Days
We stopped at perfect daysand got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
I turned to say something—
Richard Brautigan
Richard Gary Brautigan (January 30, 1935 – ca. September 16, 1984) was an American novelist, poet, and short story writer. His work often clinic
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