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Mom’s lunar, the same Kladezhensky yard, and a young thief grows over a raw magic, a young thief sobs ..

Mommy is dear mom, mom, why did you leave so wound? I saw everything, my mother, my mother did not find a scoundrel .. I couldn’t find a scoundrel, and there the father lives around the corner in a gray house, the father lives, he is a judge of thieves, mother, I don’t know that his son is a thief ..