I put it in the corner today. The faithful went for paid fishing. He put the phone, stayed for 4 hours, did not catch the fuck, threw the money out, broke the hood. It goes with the full sense that the legitimate megera will now write out the pendels for therapeutic and motivational purposes until the complete numbness of the mind. In the words of the participant. So, at night, quietly clicking on the lock, I wake up, just suffocating, stealing in the hallway, writing an apologetic speech, and suddenly stumbling on something soft. I turn on the lights, and in the hallway a whole battery of bags with things. On the way, with mine. I think I would have caught the leech. How did he, the poor man, know that I disassembled the dirt on the balcony and put the garbage out of it in the courtyard, so that I could not forget to take the demand? Almost brought the garbage into the car.