I am just shaking how many slaves are rubbed here, for whom the highest value is to soften the boss. The rage of pregnant women revealed unseen depths. No time to relax, work is waiting, uncle has not all the money yet earned. The crochet he has already bought, and the villas are still missing. Then I sent my daughter to Princeton. So let’s go, slaves, blow up. Abortions are still under OMS. If you are lucky, your master will appoint you a beloved wife (he will give you promotion and a couple of slaves to command). Rest at the cemetery.