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Once again, we had some kind of uncle on the lakes who was describing the ponygom alloys like, "a little burial on the lakes, and then the thresholds down the menu-dong-dong." Once we've reached these thresholds, we've learned that it's the most melon-dand-dong-dong water flowing through the stone gardens between which we have to find the most complete waterways and hit them - in the other places, the Baidark is known to sit on the rocks. Then we realized it wasn't just a man, it was a local "great type." Well, the alpinists have. black alpinistthe spelologists... White spelologistand rivers-- Silver♪
And this time we've even been able to observe his ears. Well, actually, we're approaching a little cream and we're clearly seeing a sharp stone in the middle of the drain. Okay, we tried to get him around the edge, and we sat on the stone stove. As long as we haven't looked at this sharp rock, it's gone as it wasn't, apparently it's not a rock, it's a superstitious type of ear.








