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“Haggis" is a brand of nappies.' I said. 'They're good, we used them for our daughter.' 'Haggis is a kind of food too,' said Semyon, shaking his head. 'Although as far as taste goes, there's probably not much difference.”

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Book:The Last Watch
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The Last Watch

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Sergei Lukyanenko
Sergei Lukyanenko

Sergei Lukyanenko is a celebrated Russian author, recognized for his science fiction and fantasy novels. Born on April 11, 1968, he has achieved international acclaim for his works, especially the Night Watch series. more

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