I am scared of earthquakes, and we have them often.
Then the lust broke again.
She picked up the most necessary stuff and ran out into the yard. I sit on the bench, cold, missing - and going home is scary, even if the second floor of everything. I think I’ll go visit my friend!
And here I go to my friend on the 16th floor in the elevator to wait for the earthquake.
When they arrived, they roasted together.