After meeting my friends in the cafe, I go home with a taxi. I sit in the back seat. The driver turns to me and says:

There are chocolates and biscuits next to you.

I’m sitting down, and really – two tiles of good chocolate and a bag of some biscuits. In the soul already rises the joy of anticipating a snack of snacks, and the taxi driver continues:

Try not to eat them. This I bought myself.

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