One of the guys with pimples sat on a temporary chair in the corridor. First he played the guitar lightly, and then sang about my brother who sleeps on my upper bunk in a low and vicissitude style similar to that of an old wolf. But it may be because of his feelings and experience. It's not enough, and I can't sing the wolf's vicissitudes of life....
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