xxx: He threw me yesterday like a jacket on my shoulders, so I went home in it and came))) I only learned about it when my mom broke into my room in the morning in search of the "broken for the night" Igor - I automatically hanged the jacket on the hangover in the corridor)) I call him, I say that I forgot to return the jacket. It is "Well and for health". I think he is healthy, but he’s probably frozen. My poor man, suffered for his gentleness.
He came home in a strange jacket. I, under the same circumstances, in the jacket of Max’s then-simply-best-friend, managed to fly to another country. He left nothing important in his pocket.
xxx: Aha, type of bag with washing powder, or dried mint)))