When I was young, I liked to dress up in my mom’s clothes and shake slowly. One day my father burned me. I was decided to study. In short, right there I was laid down, as I was, in a circle underwear, and well peeled with a leather dog handle.
Do you understand? I asked my father when it was over.
I understood, I cried out.
We talked to him about different things. I realized that in the shower I am not only half a girl, but also a salve.
In short, thank you, Uncle Toll, for the science.

by Pi. by Sy. Do not beat children, especially almost adults. Suddenly they will get up on you, uncomfortable.