Fuck the 21st century.
The buyer. The morning. The Dark. People are standing at a stop, people are pulling up waiting for the tram. The grey girl is unnoticed. Around the morning dull silence, here this girl cries out "blat!" and begins to call somebody:
I have forgotten my keys, can you take them with me?
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Are you going nowhere? Fuck the fuck! fuckingly
–...!! to
Oh wow...
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Ahahah, it is cool. Go to.
He puts the phone and waits. The tram approached five minutes later, everyone sat down, walked through the stop, at the next girl halves out of the door, the drone flies! On the copter is an isolated key band. Madama is pleased with it and sends the pigeon’s mail back in flight. Grandmothers in Houston. I am delighted.