My wife and I broke up. The offended woman went to sleep. I am swimming. I am correcting hope. It is Hule’s fault. Call the flower delivery service. It does not work. I call a taxi, pull my pants and go to the store. There is a guard and a girl. I picked roses broken all normal. Electricity to pay. I notice the guard touches me somehow strangely and, like, calls to himself unnoticed. I’m so stressed he might think I’m laying eggs to his girlfriend. I am paying. The sensation comes from behind. I think no. The situation is so tense. The girl is silent. Night outside the window and grumbling from behind. He leaned toward me and whispered to my ear: “Dumb man, fasten the width.” He threw me into a cold sweat. I remembered that when I came out of the bathroom my pants on the naked body was wearing a shirt. The Romantic Fuck.