We are looking for a landslide for donuts. According to rumors, one suitable in our area was in some private. We try to get out of him.
After another phone call, the boss said through tears of laughter:
There was, therefore, this earthquake behind one office. A lawyer worked in that office. And she entered into a conspiracy with a private person, made documents, as in the office, with an unnoticeable to the careless look difference. I didn’t fake it, I just got the same stuff. A private person became the director of a newborn duo and grabbed the unit to himself. These two geniuses had time to sit down and get out.
Where is the earthquake now?
And the fuck now knows him.