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<first-name>Имя автора</first-name>
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<title><p>Kuratorim bilan Maza Qib</p>
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<section><p>Okala ukala Bu bocirc;gan realniy voqea man Med Kollejda o`qirdim Bizani kuratorimiza 89 yil Ingliz tilidan dars beradigon Ismi Nigora opa edi Xullas u kishi erdan ajragan edi Man u bn judayam zo`r kelishardim Qattu xazilla qilardim u ko`tarardi.Man Chiroyli bo`lganim sababmi Kollejimizada kopgina qizla manga sevgi isxor qilib gaplashishni taklif etardi.Kunaladan Bir kuni 3 paradan keyin kuratorim xonasiga Kirsam Kompda bir nima ko`rib o`tirganakan Mani korib darrov dovdirab qolib o`chiraman db o`chirolmay qoldi.Man Direktorga etaman db qo`rqituvdim iltimos etma xoxlagan ishningni qilaman db yalina boshladi Kuratorim judayam chiroyli sochlari tim qora figura 90-60 dan ham vashshe choi edi man uni oldiga borip labidan o`pa boshladim u faqat buni so`raman deb yolvorardi Biroz qarshilik ko`rsatdi keyin Qo`limni amini ustiga olib borib silay boshladim u imm oxxx ayy db ovoz chiqara boshladi uni asta yechintira boshladim eshikni ichkaridan qulflab olgan edim uni o`pib qo`togimi amiga tirab boshini tiqa boshladim u kayfdan o`zini tashavordi Keyin mazza qib rosa sikdim 2 xot kordim ikkalasiniyam ichiga tashavordim ikkovimiz ham shunaqa mazza qilardik xuddi yettinchi osmonda uchgandek bo`lardik U jonim qattiqroq tiqing deb pichirlardi shu osha kuni maza qib sikishdik undan keyin ham 3 Marta sikishdik u bir kuni Mani tell qib xonasiga chaqirdi man bormiman dedim u yalinib kelsang etganingni qilaman pul beraman zachotlaringni yopib beraman dedi man bordim osha kuni.Mana man kollejdan kuratorim tufayli qizil diplom oldim tamom</p>
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