Small got sick, I write text with my wife (g) before leaving work after a sleepy night and a hard working day.
I: Do I need any medications?
A: Yes, Viferon candles and Panadol suspension, chamomile.
No, fucking the romance.
He took the brains of pharmacists of all surrounding pharmacies in attempts to find the mysterious drug "chren with chamomile". I come home.
Q: How long is it?
I: I was looking for your shit with the camouflage, there is nowhere! Tomorrow I will go to a couple of pharmacies.
The wife hangs for a couple of seconds with a face expression in the style of o_0, and then folds in half and begins to hysterically rust. It turns out that I was an idiot and I should have guessed that I just didn’t need to buy chamomile!