They agreed with a friend after school to come to me, so that I could give him a few puddles with a selective spruce at the time ("Hot Hooks from the 9th floor" from the sauce park nervously smoke in the side, at least I thought so).

That same day, a new book about Harry Potter was released. That is to say, I ran home with my head broken with the only desire – to dive faster into the world of magic.

Standing at the door, I said to a friend, “Now wait here, I’ll take it out,” and as I barely crossed the threshold and removed my jacket, I immediately opened the book and forgot about my friend.

I went out in two hours on request.

Mom’s rubbish – and a friend is standing and waiting for his portion of magic.



That’s what the schoolgirl is doing!



P.S. He didn’t know how to knock on the door, idiot.