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Внимание всем, кто ещё не знал: На Галактике сегодня карнавал, Мы приглашаем на праздник гостей, И рады приветствовать новых друзей!

Чтоб праздник удался, сил надо немало, уметь стол накрыть и наполнить бокалы искрящимся, сладким, шальным и игристым весельем, сачстьем и помыслом чистым!

There were three wines to pick from . One was rose, the other two white. The wine robot couldn't drink but he knew every type of wine made globally. The holidays were over.

The wine robot felt that there really ought to have been a red wine offered, since there was beef on the menu, but didn't feel it was his place to complain. "May I suggest the rose

´ wine? It's playfully floral with just a hint of presumption."The table likewise wondered why there was no red offered but chose not to speak up about it. "We'll try the rosé."

The rosé was light but with the floral aftertaste and mild spring air aroma also came the ruffies. The ladies at the table became swimmingly dizzy and sleepy. The spinning sensati

Ons soon turned into sensations of being carried out of the club into the brisk night and then laid down on the floor of a van in which there was a faint smell of ammonia.

The rumble of the van nearly overpowered the sound of Markov's voice. "So, you thought to cross Mr. Roland?" he said, wiping down a syringe. Max's eyes widened. "Look, I don't

know what you're talking about and...I don't like needles. Get away from me! GET AWAY!" Max screamed as the needle plunged into his arm. He awoke 3 days later. He was a woman.