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Вихователька плюнула їй у чашку і сказала: — Пий чайок, сиротко. Ну що не п'єш, не хочеш?⁣

Вихователька плюнула їй у чашку і сказала: — Пий чайок, сиротко. Ну що не п'єш, не хочеш?⁣

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