My uncle got me somehow. I never touched my finger, but I brought it here. I smoked, cameled, self-affirmed... I was fourteen years old, my parents died for two years, a shorter, bad period.
So, my uncle took off his belt and even almost stumbled on me, but nothing happened. Inhuman, he says, and dangerous. Suddenly the kidneys will fly... I began to loudly override and reject options, everything was wrong. Rosemary is not possible, because the winter and the city, the stoves in the house did not run, the clutch dirty unhygienically, the wire is painful, the line is not smooth, the green carpet blaster is ridiculous... In short, when I began to suggest my options, we realized that nothing from this idea would work. So I remained unbeaten, so they roared like two idiots.