A young man moved to a new apartment. We had to carry a 24kg gyrus. He put a pillow between the back and the back. I went by public transport. Then the underground transition had to be overcome. I go, holding on to the right side, and a grandmother is coming in front of me, hoping that I will stand aside. But I had a heightened mass, not only because of gyri - there was still some treasure. In short, she hit my shoulder and turned like a wolf. Then she snapped and struck me in the back right on the roof. How happy I was! And the cries of that grandmother were music for me.
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