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Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now
Our song on the radio, but it don't sound the same
When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down
'Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

It all just sounds like, ooh

Too young, too dumb to realize
That I should've bought you flowers and held your hand
Should've gave you all my hours when I had the chance
Take you to every party, 'cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby is dancing, but she's dancing with another man

My pride, my ego, my needs and my selfish ways
Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life
Now I'll never, never get to clean up the mess I made, oh
And it haunts me every time I close my eyes

It all just sounds like, ooh

Too young, too dumb to realize
That I should've bought you flowers and held your hand
Should've gave you all my hours when I had the chance
Take you to every party, 'cause all you wanted to do was dance
Now my baby is dancing, but she's dancing with another man

Although it hurts
I'll be the first to say that I was wrong
Oh, I know I'm probably much too late
To try and apologize for my mistakes
But I just want you to know

I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds your hand
Give you all his hours when he has the chance
Take you to every party
'Cause I remember how much you loved to dance

Do all the things I should've done
When I was your man
Do all the things I should've done
When I was your man

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    Bruno Mars - When I Was Your Man lyrics

    from album: Unorthodox Jukebox (2012)

    Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now
    Our song on the radio, but it don’t sound the same
    When our friends talk about you all it does is just tear me down
    Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name
    It all just sound like uh, uh, uh

    Hmmm too young, too dumb to realize
    That I should've bought you flowers and held your hand
    Should've given you all my hours when I had the chance
    Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance
    Now my baby is dancing, but she’s dancing with another man.

    Uh, My pride, my ego, my needs and my selfish ways
    Caused a good strong woman like you to walk out my life
    Now I'll never, never get to clean up the mess I made, ohh
    And it haunts me every time I close my eyes
    It all just sounds like uh, uh, uh, uh

    Hmm, Too young, too dumb to realize
    That I should have bought you flowers and held your hand
    Should have given all my hours when I had the chance
    Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance
    Now my baby is dancing, but she’s dancing with another man.

    Although it hurts I’ll be the first to say that I was wrong
    Oh, I know I’m probably much too late
    To try and apologize for my mistakes
    But I just want you to know
    I hope he buys you flowers, I hope he holds yours hand
    Give you all his hours, when he has the chance
    Take you to every party cause I remember how much you loved to dance
    Do all the things I should've done when I was your man
    Do all the things I should've done when I was your man

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    Songwriters: Andrew Wyatt, Ari Levine, Peter Gene Hernandez, Philip Martin II Lawrence

    When I Was Your Man lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, HIPGNOSIS SONGS GROUP, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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    • ·Innocent
    • ·Nothin On You
    • ·Uptown Funk
    • ·24K Magic
    • ·Count On Me

    Stories of the finalists of the second season of the competition

    Dudko Maria. Keys

    So... Tick... So...

    The voice of the old grandfather clock from the hallway already met me, but I could not open the door. Well, where are these keys?... Really lost? Only this was not enough, and so the day didn't work out!.. Ah, no, that's it...

    The clock struck eight when I stepped on the creaky parquet of the hallway. How I missed the quietness of my apartment! I just wanted to fall apart on a shabby sofa, and lie there until the morning ... But instead, I trudged to the computer. While the old unit, inherited from the dinosaurs, turned on, I made myself coffee. Today you will need more than one mug. Article for the night, and inspiration from gulkin's nose. They also threaten to make layoffs at work. You can not delay, otherwise the dismissal cannot be avoided. And it would not be bad to update the blog, otherwise the last subscribers will soon scatter. Eh…

    I worked in the editorial office of a magazine that was in demand in our district, and in the city in general. The editor - Fedot Stepanovich - always put only the best into print.

    The best. Yes. It means not me. For some reason, lately my writing has not been impressive at all. Even myself. Honestly, not surprised. It looks like I've lost the spark, like there was nothing to write about. It's funny somehow: I live in a metropolis, where something happens every day, but I look as if into a void. Other people's problems ceased to excite, everyone here is a drop in the ocean. So my news is gray, alien, distant and unnecessary, in general, to no one.

    What did I write about? As I then still thought, about the important. About eternal, to some extent. I noticed that the people around were so closed that they seemed to stop seeing each other, let alone feel and understand. Everyone at some point withdraws into himself and loses the key to the door he entered. Locks up the heart. Puts on a mask. Indifferent. And silently walks along the gray stones of the pavement...

    I just wanted to be heard. .. I thought I would become the key to the world on this side of the mask. I will help those in need with my word, I will teach people to listen and hear, I will save the world... But it seems that something went wrong. And now... Now I don't even know how to save myself. So in response I get the cry of tearing paper and the famous last warning from the lips of Fedot Stepanych. Last chance. Tomorrow I will not come with a sensation - that's it. Well... It looks like it's time to forget about your reasoning for a while and plunge into the world of human intrigues. Write what will be read. What is expected of me. No not like this. What do you expect from an article in our magazine.

    What are the stone jungles talking about these days? What is the wind of change carrying along their paved paths? The most discussed topic was a series of strange deaths, however, as is usually the case. For a long time now, criminals taken into custody have been dying one after another. The most different: from simple pickpockets to almost murderers, adults and still teenagers of fourteen years. Most of them haven't even been sentenced yet. And they all have the same diagnosis - poisoning. What is still a mystery. This happened with some frequency in different parts of the city, but most often in our police department. And, by pure chance, none other than my older brother, officer Yuri Diskarin, worked there.

    How I could use his help now... But no. My brother and I don't get along. And they never got along. It just so happened ... Probably, we are just too different. Yurik is secretive, distrustful. He never told me anything, he preferred to do everything himself, and I felt that he did not need me at all. I must have been a little jealous of my brother. He is successful, just the pride of the family, and I grab the last chance to stay at work.

    ...Grabbing for one last chance to stay at work. Although ... You can try to find out about the high-profile case first hand, so to speak. This, for sure, would interest Fedot Stepanych, but he would have to turn to his brother for help. Yeah ... And once again become a loser in the eyes of a whole family. Hell no! Even for the sake of work, I will not ask for the help of this person!

    Well, nothing. I prepared, collected materials, now I will write and saved! I manage myself. If only I could make it in the morning…


    The sound took me by surprise. It was a signal that the factory was over, from the old watch in the corridor. The matter is fixable. I got up, went to the clock, opened the lid and reached for the key with a familiar gesture. Only the key was missing. What's the strange thing? In my house, I valued order, but such incidents simply unsettled ... What should I do now, look for this lost key? Looks like I'll have to...

    Casting a sad glance at the computer, I began to remember where I could put this old piece of iron. So I have already climbed several shelves, looked into the boxes and ...

    What is this? There was an envelope in the dresser. And, if I was ready to see the key to the winding mechanism among the socks, with my absent-mindedness, then there’s no strange message at all. Although, maybe I'm too naive? Oh, I don't like it all...

    Naturally, I opened the envelope and immediately recognized Yurik's handwriting.

    "I'm not sure I wasn't followed. Check your mail. I never forgot your birthday!

    What jokes? I knew that it was necessary to take away the keys from him when he moved in! Wait, there's something on the back...


    I scanned the hastily written lines again. The text seemed devoid of meaning and meant nothing to me.

    What is he? For henbane, it seems, it’s not the season ... Just in case, I checked the calendar and made sure that my birthday is not today and not even in the coming days. The only thing that made sense was to check your email.

    What am I doing with my time? Before my hand could close the text editor, a window popped up asking if I really wanted to do it. Here, even it is mocking...

    I actually received one letter in the mail. So, why is Yurik doing this: invading my house with a strange note and tweeting on the Internet at the same time? After all, isn't it easier to call? Of course, I would not jump with delight when something would make our little star descend to mere mortals, but why reinvent the wheel?

    So I thought as I sipped my cold coffee while waiting for the text to load. Finally, the following lines loomed before my eyes:

    “Hello, Egor.

    I know you'll be surprised by my letter, but I wouldn't bother you if it wasn't really serious. I wanted to call, but my new phone didn't have your number. My number hasn't changed, if you're interested...

    Let's get down to business. We need to talk. But the conversation must be face to face. Come today at nine at the intersection of Pskovskaya and Myasnaya, there, in the courtyard of house 26, I will be waiting for you.

    It's about a series of prisoner deaths. Correction, about a series of murders. .. I thought it might interest you, I'll explain everything at the meeting, if, of course, you show up... your guilt. But I ask you to believe me one single time. You are my last key to hope. I expect you to read this letter and come.

    Your brother Yuri Diskarin


    Everything is more and more wonderful, as the heroine of a famous fairy tale used to say…

    I re-read the message several times to make sure that I had really ceased to understand anything. Except, perhaps, for the fact that some kind of mystery lies in this whole affair, and Yurka for me now is the key to all answers. Besides, since he himself calls me to talk, I will not fail to interview the lead investigator ... Unless, of course, this is a stupid attempt at a joke ... But it is unlikely that he would write to me for fun.

    And what, now it's raining again, right?.. But he came home! Okay, I’ll figure it out quickly, and I’ll have another six hours for the article . .. I glanced at the clock, belatedly remembering that this was pointless. Another advertising message comes to the phone, helpfully suggesting that I need to go out if I want to be in time for a meeting. Having extinguished the monitor that had just woken up and abruptly grabbed my raincoat, which had not yet dried out after a day's walk, I jumped out into the entrance.

    Only at the car I hesitated a little. Isn't it too easy for me to fit in? Just a couple of minutes ago, I was sure that for the sake of my brother I would not lift an eyebrow, and for my own sake I would not mess with him. What did this message do to me?

    It filled me with a sense of self-importance. Finally, something depended on me, on me alone! Probably, I was driven by the desire to prove that I was worth something ... But I didn’t want to admit such motives. From this, an incomprehensible annoyance settled in my head, but I stubbornly explained it only by the spent time taken away from writing the article.

    Stopping at the appointed place, I looked at my watch. Another full five minutes ... It was possible to leave later, although ... as if it would give me something. Around no one like Yuri.

    An unpleasant, vile fog reigned in the street. I hid from him in the car.

    The sun has long since set behind the clouds, and the city has lit its fires. Lanterns, not stars. I sometimes thought about how this noisy world lacked stars. Each of them is unique, even though there are billions of them in the darkness of the sky. It's the same with people, isn't it? But we almost purposely forget about that, therefore we hide from condemning burning looks from the depths of the immense.

    And just now the thought flashed through my head: how often do I myself think about others? It would seem that constantly ...

    I digressed from philosophical reflections to look at the time. Five minutes. There was no one even humanoid in sight, the yard was empty.

    Ten... I'm checking my phone, mail. Not a line about being late.

    Twenty! No, it's not serious anymore! I shouldn't have come... Nervously dialing a number, preparing a scathing speech. In response, only long beeps are heard. Okay... Let's wait... You never know. He's got a job too... Trying to calm down seems to be working until I remember that damned article never started! Where the hell are these fools?!

    "I'm waiting another fifteen minutes and I'm leaving" - I angrily type a message and press "Send" furiously.

    Time is running out and the message hasn't even been read! Twenty-five minutes... thirty... Still silence. There is no point in waiting any longer.

    To clear my conscience, I call again. A melodious female voice is heard from the handset:

    - The device of the called subscriber is turned off or is out of network coverage ... - the lady says, slowly repeating the phrase in English.

    - Damn you! .. - hissing irritably, I throw the phone on the next seat. - So... Okay. .. I warned you, I waited... waited longer than promised. Now you can go home with a clear conscience.

    As I looked down the road, I was surprised to find myself not so much angry as nervous. It pissed me off even more…


    There was less and less time left for work, and I continued to pace the apartment. Usually such a calm creak of the floorboards now mocked my poor hearing with all its might. It was by no means the article that occupied my thoughts, despite the fact that they would not forgive me if I screwed up such material...

    Minutes passed slowly. I felt them even without the usual ticking of the clock. OK. I will be frank with myself, because my strength is no more, and then to work! All this is strange! What exactly? That I couldn't get through. Yura does not turn off the phone and diligently monitors its charge, he should always be in touch, should I, as a brother, know about this. Also this line from that note, it is no coincidence that it is the very first . ..

    So... don't panic. What the hell is this blockhead in general so businesslike settled in my head?! Anything happens. Everything! Article. Only an article.

    By an effort of will, I managed to sit down in front of the monitor and even write a couple of lines before I again plunged into thought. And yet... what could have happened?..


    The days raced by like clockwork, but not mine. I never found the key, and I haven’t tried, to be honest, since that evening. They froze, showing half past nine, as if that day had not yet passed. I didn't show up for work the next morning. I don’t believe it myself... how could I put everything on the altar for the sake of a person whom I was mortally envious of, whose disappearance I dreamed of... the one whom I had known all my life and with whom I was still connected invisibly?!..

    And the apartment! Oh... if the old me had seen what my temple of comfort had turned into... however, he would have shot himself right away, leaving behind only the gloomy aesthetics of a broken creator. .. All the tables were cluttered with dirty mugs and fast food packages. The entire floor is full of shoe marks. Here and there were meticulously compiled lists of those with whom my brother could communicate, where he could go, who could wish him harm...

    But none of that mattered anymore...

    “- Yegor Diskarin? - I heard a calm male voice from my phone this morning.

    - Yes. I answered nervously.

    - The police are bothering you - my heart threatened to break my chest. It must be from stress and lack of sleep ... And in the meantime, in my head: "If only they could find ...".

    - Your brother was found today at noon, - a slight pause, as if to realize what was said, - He is dead. The circumstances of death are being investigated. - just as calmly, as if nothing had happened, the man on the other end of the wire continues. - We offer our condolences. Today you should come to the department ... "

    Followed by instructions and occasional questions to which I answered things like “yes”, “no” and “understood”. Be afraid of your desires. Found...

    I spent the next half day in the same department. Some papers, some formalities, a funeral... And a conversation.

    From that conversation I learned something that struck me. Yura was suspect. They said that he killed the prisoners by slipping poison into their food or something like that. There was not much evidence, so they only planned to arrest him, but now the main version of my brother's death is suicide during an attempt to escape from justice. What heresy… But at that moment I could not object anything. Exactly like believing even a single word.

    And now I'm back in my home again. Devastated, with only one thought in his head: “he is no more”…

    What are words? A set of letters, a set of sounds, nothing more... But some become keys. This key with three heavy teeth will open one of the most terrible doors: the door of despair and pain. Maybe I should have phrased it a little more bluntly? But as? What would it change? There is only one key, no matter how you decorate it, and there is only one door, and you are standing on the threshold. You can't go back. And the castle succumbed. Started...

    I look around the apartment with a detached look, slowly falling into a rage.

    - Damn! - comes out of the chest. How long have I not uttered this word, - Damn! - I repeat louder, clasping my hands sharply. My whole army of mugs is flying down to the sound of glass. A blanket of scribbled sheets covers them from above.

    - Dunce! Brat! Freak! I scream, not remembering myself.

    - Look... Look what you've done, you bastard! I lost everything because of you! Inspiration! Work! Dreams! How can I pay my bills now? I've wasted so much time on you, damn it, even the key to the clock... - the silence hurt my ears, so I continued to throw empty phrases, trying to throw out everything that had accumulated inside me. My voice broke, growled and wheezed, turned into hysterical laughter, and I didn’t even understand why I was so angry ... At myself?

    Yes… I was jealous of my brother in black! The pride of the family, a great future, office authority, lofty goals, a dream job - everything I wanted to hear about myself, I heard about Yurashi! I remained his little brother, always second, always underestimated. It was an axiom that everything was easy for him. But for some reason it did not occur to me that we were actually brothers. Our conditions were the same. And I seemed to be blind, I did not see what he had to go through. And what did I do when I got tired of being a shadow? Exactly. He erected that very wall, the wall of indifference. I didn't care. And there is one more drop in the ocean. It was not Yura who closed himself off from me, but I from him. And what did it lead to? “He is no more,” and I can’t even say with certainty that I’m not the brother of the killer! And all because I don't know! I don’t know how he lived all these years, I don’t know what was going on in his soul, I don’t know if he called me to stop the rumors in the bud, or to repent of what he had done even a little to his own creature, albeit such a vile one, how I ... And I will probably never know, my key to this secret is forever lost ... What a blockhead I am ... What are all my arguments about feelings, words, stars, but all about the same keys worth now! How could I have changed the world when I myself could not find those vices for which I reproached mankind?! That's why my articles weren't being read. When changing the world, start with yourself, otherwise everything is empty words. Gray, alien, distant and unnecessary, in general, no one ... Such words will not become keys ... Keys ... I return to them over and over again. Oh, this world is really crazy about them! We have the keys to everything, they are even where we don’t think to find them, because they have entered our lives so deeply that everything now rests on them alone, and we don’t even notice. Yes, and life itself is like a constant picking of locks! But even that is not important. The important thing is that there is no key leading from There. This is what gives meaning to all other keys. No matter how hard I try, I won't start Yurik's time again like the old clock. But who knows from what doors, I would have taken him away, if only I was there ... It's a pity, I realized it too late ...

    - I'll never sit down to write again... - I said to myself, almost delirious, barely recognizing my own hoarse voice. After that, I fell asleep and didn’t think about anything anymore.


    I spent the next day almost without getting up. Only in the evening I somehow tried to eliminate the consequences of my yesterday's insanity ... But the attempt was nipped in the bud, as soon as the very note that I found among the socks caught my eye ... Surprisingly, all the time while I was busy looking for my brother, I almost did not remember her, as a thing that does not carry any meaning in itself. But there were so many questions connected with it! I re-read it. As expected, nothing new appeared ... And yet ... Why was she needed?

    I immersed myself in memories of the day when I lost the key to the clock, which was so silent for the last week… It seems that since that time I have not turned on the computer… How is it, my old man?

    The legacy of the ancestors, as expected, grumbled and buzzed at my long absence, but in the end it had mercy and opened my e-mail page for me. Yurik's letter has not disappeared anywhere. I didn't reread it. One thing is a note with unclear text, and another is an invitation to a meeting that was not destined to take place . ..

    "Check your mail..." echoed in my ears. The sudden realization made me jump. What if... This strange text on the back is nothing but a username?..

    What nonsense... I'm chasing again, I don't know what... Stupid assumption! But my hands are unstoppable...

    Hurrying out of my account, I entered the characters into the appropriate box. But you need a password... Password... Another stupid thought... "I never forgot your birthday!" I enter.

    Only one digit changed on the monitor, but I didn't believe it. This eternity could not last for one miserable minute.

    - It worked… - I said, looking into this luminous box in a frenzy. Another account. And only one letter.

    The entire apartment fell into absolute silence as I read what was written here.

    “Egor, I knew that you would solve my message! Help out, brother! I need you, we all need you!

    For several months now I have been busy with the death of several criminals in custody. These are not just deaths, Yegor, these are murders. I'm sure I got very close to the solution. I have two prime suspects. But there's a problem. Both of them are my work colleagues. And I don't know if any of them acted alone or in concert. In other words, I don't know who in the police force I can trust with regards to this case.

    Also, I notice that I am being watched. Apparently, the attacker feels that I got too close, and will soon try to eliminate me. Well, that's what I use to pinpoint the culprit. How? I told one of us about our upcoming meeting. If I guessed right, and he's not a criminal, then you don't have to read this, I'll tell you everything myself. But, if I made a mistake, and you are still reading this, then most likely I am already dead ...

    Brother, now only you can solve this case. And only you can I trust him. To this letter I will attach documents in which my evidence is collected, there you will find the details of the plan, all the names, all the evidence. Publish them in your journal, let everyone know, and then the villains will have nowhere to go! I hope for you. I know you won't let me down..."0041

    For some reason, my heart skipped a beat. Brother... I won't let you down!


    Never say never. For the next few days, I did not let go of the keyboard. I know, I promised myself, for writing, no, no, but the last, last time! For Yurik! This will be my best article...

    And it really became the best. Where did I get it from? Just my blog would not be enough for such an important mission. So I had to visit Fedot Stepanovich. I almost begged him on my knees to read my work. But he still read it. Read it and put it on the first page!

    A few days later I had to go to our police station again. There, of course, there are again formalities, thanks, apologies ... But they did not interest me. He was arrested. I wanted to talk to him. With a killer. I wanted to look into his eyes. For help in solving the case, I was even allowed to do so.

    I was taken to a special room. He sat opposite me and froze with his cold gaze. But there was nothing in the eyes... He was... Empty. However, the first one spoke.

    - Because I saw how souls died, - he answered my question before I could ask him, - Every criminal who was brought here did not set foot on this path from a good life. The world has treated them cruelly. It's wild, but for some, crime is still a way to survive. Not for everyone... But I didn't talk to everyone. Do you know why? Because they don't listen, you know? And when I talked to them in this very room, they just wanted to be heard ... And I listened to them, watching how the eyes on the contrary go out, and how hopelessness penetrates into the very heart. They had not yet been sentenced, but they no longer believed that something could be changed. Outcasts of humanity. They could only hide in themselves and wait for the end. Then I gave them the key to freedom. An ampoule with poison, as the end of all torment. You won't understand, must be...

    - And now, being in their place, would you like the same? I asked quietly. My interlocutor was silent. And I continued, - Do you know why? Because there is no key from there. As long as you're alive, you can still fix it...

    We talked with him for a while, and then I went out into the street. It was already getting dark and the lights were on. The downpour threw fragments of stars right under my feet, and they flared for a moment with earthly human light, breaking on the wet asphalt. I silently walked along the gray stones of the pavement, finally throwing off my indifferent mask. Raindrops on my cheeks from something became salty. His image stood before my eyes. Indifference. The way I saw him once on Bolotnaya Square - not seeing, not hearing, impregnable. The source of human vices. I wanted to run away from him, and I even ran, as if it could help. God! Who would have known that it hurts so much to open your heart to the world! The dialogue with the murderer still sounded in his thoughts, and his brother's voice echoed in his soul. But, if you were already hiding from all this behind a wall of indifference, then only after going through this pain you can go back, again know the truth. Insults, murders, wars... How many more lives will be shed before each of us conquers this evil in ourselves? The hearts of the people are closed and the key is lost. But what can I do?..

    I thought about it already at the entrance, slowly going up the stairs. Perhaps... No, but I promised myself... And yet...

    Keys. I could turn words into keys. I could write again. Opening people's hearts and helping to cope with pain. No, I'm not going back to the editorial office. No articles. I will write a book. I can't shut up now. "It's decided!" I thought as I opened the door. But first…

    Slowly, slowly, I picked up the key from the floor. He opened the glass door. Inserted into the well. And turned. The voice of the old grandfather clock in the hallway greeted me again. He said, fix it ...

    Tick... Tick... Tick. ..

    HOW MUCH YOU LOVE (naskol'yko ty lyubish') in English Translation

    Yes, I know how much you love that.

    Yeah, I know how much you love these.

    I just know how much you love cartoons.

    I just know how much you love cartoons.

    Because I know how much you love chocolate.

    Because I know how much you like chocolate.

    Knowing how much you love water, I'm still happy to finally put my feet on solid land.

    I know how much you love the water... But I couldn't be happier to have my two feet on solid ground.

    Ellie wants me to find a band for the wedding and I know how much you love music and how busy I am.

    Ellie wants me to find a band for the wedding, and I know how much you love music, and how busy I am.

    People also translate

    how much do you love

    do you love yours

    do you still love

    how much do you how much you love me.

    The way you are with her... it just shows me how much you love me.

    I was counting on a nice little buffet, you know, with guys in black

    jackets with trays in their hands, because I know how much you love tray boys in black jackets!

    I was hoping to have a nice little catered affair you know,

    with guys in black coats carrying trays'cos I know how much you love guys in black coats carrying trays!

    It doesn't matter how desperately you love someone.

    It doesn't matter how fiercely you love someone.

    I know how strong you love her.

    I know how much you love her.

    And I ask how much do you love her ?

    My doubt is how much you love her?

    you love to dance

    you love music

    you love mine

    you love to do

    From these photos I realized how much you love her .

    I could tell how much you loved her from looking at the picture.

    I forgot how much you don't love Faith.

    I forgot how much you don't like Faith.

    How much do you like to study the Bible and go to church?

    How much do you love to study the Bible and go to church?

    You were just about to say how much you don't love this boy Jamie.

    Not when you could be telling me how much you don't like this Jamie fella.

    Jiang Shuyu, how much do you love your family?

    Jiang Shuyu, just how much do you love your family?

    But now that I know how much you love your sister, I want 75.

    As far as I remember, you like to destroy things.

    As I recall, you enjoy destroying things.

    How is your thirst and hunger for righteousness,

    that is, for the righteousness of God? How much do you like to study the Bible and go to church?

    How is your hunger and thirst for righteousness shown,

    that is according to God's justice? How much do you love to study the Bible and go to church?

    There are always explanations how much and why you love because you are afraid to be alone.

    There is always an explanation for how and why you love because you're terrified to be alone.

    But no matter how much you like curry, if there is too much, you will just burn your whole sky.

    But no matter how much you love curry, you have too much of it, it takes the roof of your mouth off.

    When you love someone, you want to be as close to the person as you can be.

    When you love someone, you wanna be as close to them as you can get.

    For love is eternal life, and how much you love , exactly how much you help the poor and the simple!

    For love is eternal life. More you love , the more you help the poor and the weak!

    But sometimes, no matter how much you love a person, he cannot love you the same way.

    But sometimes, no matter how much you love someone, they just can't love you back in the same way.

    As far as I remember, you like without ice, right?

    You liked it straight up from what I remember, right?

    And I know how much you dislike being wrong .

    And I know how you hate being wrong.

    Gina, as far as I know, you like champagne with a drop of pomegranate juice.

    Gina, I know you like champagne with a drop of pomegranate juice.

    Obviously, the result will depend on what you do and how much you love your job.

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