How I understand you...

Fuchs just happened. I work as a driver, I sit for lunch, and behind the back of the girls are chopped. I decided to look at them. I look in the mirror, but there is no mirror. A bit of hysteria has not begun... It’s time for vacation.

I go to the store near the house, at the crossroads I turn...and here "tile", such in a red circle...think in the halo: "you where? There is also a brick, there can not be." It became like digged. A few seconds of confusion: "No, it’s okay, I’m walking"