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<title><p>mening aybim nigor 2</p>
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<section><p>ne kuz bn kurayin mamalar sariq va uchlar tepaga qaragan ekan vodod deb yuboray dewimiga sal qoldi va yularidan upib kurkagi va kayfdan qatltirayotgan mamasiga yetib keldi tilim bn uynardi u ox ox derdi va labim bn tordim aaay qitig'im kelayadi derdi kowki qulog'im ewitsa tiwlagandim aaaaayaay deb baqirardi jonim og'ridimi desam yu siz un hech nima qilgani yuq dedi rosa tordim u faqat so4larimdan silardi inqlab man quchoqlab ustimga 4iqarib oldim u kuzlari yuq lablari g'ira wira pi4lardi qutog'im sonlarini erkarlardi man jonim ketinga qilay dedim u hup butun tanam sizki mayli mani olmang dedi yana upiwdik bu safar u wunaqa upardi xonani upiwdan 4iqayotgan sadolar bn tuldi sekin uni rakomga turg'azdim u opoqina turs4asini ye4ib tewikga siqmasdi sumasidan mazni oliwini etdim va surkab sekin tiqdim kalasini yarmi kirdi u ox ox ox deb turardi kn kirdi va aaaaaaaay ayajon deb dotladi men uzimga tortib ovitiw bn ovora kn yana sekin kirgazdim va nixoyat kirdi u xoldan toygan ami esa jiqa xul qulini tawlab yubordi bowini yotqiqa quyib tiwlardi endi 2 3 marta kirgaznimdan kn ox ox ox ox ay ay ay oxlardi men tezlawdim wunaqa sikardim (10ta am sikangingcha 1ta qiz bolani rakomga quy) 7minlar sikdim u terlab ketgan sochlari yuzlariga yopiwib mamalari uralverib terdan tamamom bulagan edi man kutidan 4iqardim u uning yelkasiga tawladim va yotdim yota olmasdi sekin urnimdan turib kutardim xalatini ustiga yopdi tizasidan va buynidan uwlab kutarib vanada yuving u faqat kulardi va xar xar choq qutag'imga qarardi davomi kn</p>
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