by Saballo_marino
I caught myself on the fact that I completely stopped rushing to all kinds of not very appropriate reducers from food. All these potatoes, soups and seeds under the beer slip past the ear, without touching anything. Well, a potato with a lantern, you will think, a frog of war. Not so seen.

True, it’s not that I’ve become more tolerant, or even that I’ve just become accustomed to these words. Easier and more sad.

They were killed by copts "School" and "Sea".