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Lilla_My17 февраля 2013В друзьяYou imagine the carefully pruned, shaped thing that is presented to you is truth. That is just what it isn't. The truth is improbable, the truth is fantastic; it's in what you think is a distorting mirror that you see the truth.1 понравилось175
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