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A diary of a girl who wants to marry.Monday- an American businessman Garry wanted to marry me.He offered me
gambling house, stock savings, millions of dollars. I refused.
Tuesday, Arab sheikh Farid came to me. He offered a yacht, oil rigs,
harem...How I am tired of them.
Wednesday, I met the Frenchman whose name was Paul.We saw Wimbledon,
traveled to courts, visited Paris.I hate him.
Thursday - Russian man Kolka ran to me. As always, he was unshaven, with a hangover. He asked me to borrow money without recoil. He hit himself in the chest hit me.Oh, God, how he resebles my Father!
Our wedding will be in a week....:)