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With these thoughts in mind, I wandered to a cave near the river. It was getting dark. There’s nothing to do, just go in. I can’t sleep in the open air, I’m not a peasant like that. When I was drinking and drinking too much, all the innkeepers and cabmen knew me by sight, so I always woke up in my dorm room. And not always alone. My neighbor, a modest man with an ant face, was afraid of ladies, so he envied me. Although I don’t know who wants to sleep with him. You never know what’s in his pants.

A bonfire would be nice. I gathered firewood. What kind of spell is there. Teacher of the simplest spells. Yes remembered harpy Izvet big breasts small ass. Deep voice, and how she sang after a night of love. Like a nightingale. She said in bed, you’ll find yourself in nature do not forget to light a fire with the spell «Oh flash of light grant fire». Oh, it’s so good to have a bonfire lit. Study light. And how warm it was, just like my fire is now. She was a really bad kisser, but what can you do if she has a beak? But what kind of feathers she has, white, red and golden in hidden places. Surprisingly clean. And I didn’t pick up anything from her, thank you for that. And then I spent a third of the interest on doctors. Picked up almost every known disease. I had it fall off once, waiting two weeks for the growth spells to work. They called me «Little Whistle» at that time, even though he was just growing up. I never stopped seeing the ladies.