XXX: By the way, I have a small other than the usual words like “mama-pappa,” from somewhere came the word cocaine, with some kind of pindoic accent.
XXX: Yesterday I sat feeding him in the evening, he in the niche under the window says with his finger:
and cocaine!
I am :
There is no cocaine.
Stirling, type, no, I do not agree.
Do you think we hide it from you?
He affirmed the bush.