I smoke in the morning on the balcony, there is silence in the courtyard and there is a penetrating voice of a baby 3-4 years old.

Look at your breasts! ! to ! to

My mom and uncle don’t want to watch either. I look out of the balcony from the table, the baby is throwing his finger on the tree.

Breasts and breasts!

an ugly boy, cheated on his uncle and judging by the curious roses from other windows is not me alone!