“Well, I’ve burned all my ears like she loves diamonds, how cool and beautiful they are and in general. And I took it the next day and bought an Offigen diamond crown on a cup. The king packed, the batch grabbed and gave her in the evening.
She opened and froze with her mouth open. Then he grabbed the drill and ran to the bathroom.
She pierced a huge hole right in the middle of the mirror, then, passing past me back in full space, stated that I was a horse and could not distinguish diamonds from wolfram carbide. She gave a crown with a drill, and went to cry.
I look inside the crown, and the ring with the stone is not that I glued it inside! Fuck, I think, while she was there drilling the drill, it probably went into the shell. I turned the bath. I broke the syphon. It all broke out. I sit and marry quietly. I hear chickens, infection, behind the back. I look around - looks, beast, with a clever eye and a ring shines on the finger.
Doolingo I look at her.

Well, I don’t think she can distinguish fianite from diamond.