I sit at home, in a well-known warm place. So, all the quotes are read, all the games are lost, I collect things out.
My respected wife, as it turned out later, bought an automatic air refresher without notice. Who played over my head a symphony of a plastic scratch.
In this simple way, it was discovered that there was still dust in the powderers. I sit down, I grieve, I make a plan for revenge.