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I just started doing research on Russian moonshines, and other unsavory beverages, for this story, but when I stumbled over hrenovuha in the first fifteen minutes I just had to use it.
Fedya turned to walk away from the loft’s office nook, still checking his pockets. He was certain that Dielle was grinning. It must have been the March weather, he thought. With the temperature going back and fourth between warm and[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Kevin waited as Fedya to unlock the door to his apartment. “Why am I here again?” He asked “You not like the company?” Fedya asked opening the door. Kevin paused trying to think of an answer. “ You said it[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
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Remember everybody, whatever Fedya may tell you about feminism and what a real woman wants… he’s still a complete pig.
