X: So you are a blonde?
and UGU.
X: how do you?
Oh yeah, the blonde.
I realized I was a blonde.
How can you laugh at that? who adds that? I now have a sincere desire to find the author and would be nice to enter on an empty backpack. Those who share my wishes are plushed. Maybe after seeing this appeal, the author will finally forget about the "add" button, because this is not his first quotation of 100 pounds. In principle, it is all. With the best wishes)

and ah. They still kill when they scrap something from the abyss, write down some hernia from the bottom, and at the end write plus. Chapter 33: The Curtain