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Without this ketchup, the food is not the same
I will not raise my hands to you I will ask for peace
My brain is not for sale will explode
Locked up by a fan, Bruce Willis does not understand what awaits him
A simple image is not an ordinary man
A good bowling player does not reveal his secrets
One role can change a life, but not the essence of a person
The jackal was wearing a suit, not a uniform
The old mill does not give me peace
Cirrus clouds do not let the sun through
Mountain clouds do not give rest
The snow lies on the rocks and does not melt