I bought it in a store near work. Fresh, soft and aromatic. and juicy. very very. I carry in a thin cellophane bag. I went into the metro. In the hour of pic. I stumbled into the wagon, I feel that the bag with the hammer is carried away separately from me in the flow of passengers further into the wagon. He grabbed the bag with the last finger. Suddenly I hear the painful and painful voice of a man:
“Women, but who’s going to hurt, AAA?”? to
I say goodbye to the package and let it go on a free sailing. Half a wagon in the hurm. by Matt. The screams. The stones. The apocalypse. To fuse with the crowd, I also pulled out the jacket, I stood and married.
I am 30 years old. Will I ever be smart?