XX: Yesterday I laughed with a woman...And the face still burns...
YYY :?? to
Twenty-four: Yesterday on the avenue in the evening we go, I see a store with flowers, and on the street in the vessels there are roses and some flowers...Well, I do not fit them close to the Man I say the type you like and I begin to look at the prices, and the seller-grandmother of the years 70... still responds, confusing, repairs the flowers...I look at the male stone, then greener, I am standing on her attention zero...the shorter near people stand, rjet...Tut the man catches me by the hand and pulls me strongly to the side...I am in the tears in my eyes and says that the type I look at the name, eyes up-and-there "RITUAL SERVICES" (winkles, artificial flowers,
Is this the type I used to flower for the deceased??? I see, the prices are somewhat funny... well, and the technology has come...
YYY: The man who?
XX: She said that she would give me shoes, I already guessed what...