When I was in sixth grade, I was sick for a week. I came to school, and there all of the syringes splashed: like, a new splash appeared. I did not know. I didn’t tell you, dogs. He came home wet. I changed dress. I went, bought in the pharmacy a large enema. The next day, everyone won, because there was a syringe against a cyst. The next day, we all pulled two liters of plastic fugas out of the beverages. And there came parity (who would not be allowed to go to school). No one even sprinkled: two liters of cold water is a lot. And since then I have always smiled wisely when I hear about the need for disarmament and that nuclear weapons as a tool forining peace are not necessary.