I can’t find my hair with a sandwich hairstyle.
I saw it, I thought it was just a towel.
The album was filled, wanted to paste - but they are not.
Cut it down, who knows? and :)
Fuck, I forgot the first one, I forgot the second one.
I will try tonight.
So I present the picture:
You are lying on a death bed, I have not been there for a long time. The adult Sasha holds you by the hand, around the rest of the children, numerous grandchildren... You ask him with your eyes to bow. He can’t help but listen to his mother’s last will. You whisper to his ear: “Son, my father and I have hidden something from you. Now is the time to tell you the truth. I can’t hide it anymore and I can’t take this truth with me. No matter how bitter and unexpected it turned out to you, you must know it all! Sorry...
Once, very many years ago, we put a piece of your hair in an album and signed it as the very first sashy hair. Here is my son!! This is not your first hair!! Not the second, to be honest. I cut them off when you slept when you were 34. Everything has been forgotten..."