Now the smoked neighbor was sitting in the kitchen and looking at the computer.

After going through the kitchen twice with a 40-minute interval, I noticed with the edge of the eye that he was sitting on a mammoth and looking at the questionnaire of the same sick girl. All of twenty.

Well, girl norm, I understand it. But I was surprised by his silent phrase and a smile to my ears when I passed by for the second time:

"He does not smoke. I would love it"