xxxh: Small at the very height of the transitional age began to wonder. I mocked him once long and bored for some bitch. I say, as a child, I would have been scolded a hundred times for this, and I am a fool, scolded you. He built a row, his ears were wrapped to listen to this, then he dropped out of the room, I hear, he balls through the closets. I returned, with an eggy smell, the belt stretches, like you gave me birth, you kill me.
I say, is it serious?
It is like this on the pants:
And seriously!
I shrugged his shoulders and broke him from the heart.
Cry, shout... The boy was offended, did not expect it to hurt. Who then reconciled with him.
After a couple of weeks of quiet, the shootings began again. But I am smart, I am now not even hinting on the old grandfather's method, and morality did not start to read. I say calmly and firmly:
Bring your iPhone here and I’ll be back in a month.
Little with the head down comes out of the coinat, in a couple of minutes comes back and stretches my belt.