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Vladimir Patryshev
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Last night I had a dream. I was killed, and walked up a street, obviously in Paradise, and then I noticed a girl, red-haired, naked, standing in the door. She reminded me another girl that I saw once when I was young. She nodded to me; I entered the door; suddenly the suit in which I was killed yesterday and which was still on me, disappeared as if burned in an instant. She took my you know what, like a child, widened her knees, and I penetrated her instantly, and was it a bliss! I was on the verge when she suddenly pulled away, wrapped in a cloth; a wind blew me out of the door, and I found myself standing in the street, surrounded by a group of kids, who were all pointing at my enormous penis and laughed at me; the crowd was bigger and bigger, lame, red-headed, and I finished while they were all laughing, and then I understood that I was in the Hell.

The end.

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