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...Friday, my Dr, the mood was shaken by a slope with bugs. I sit down and cook rolltons. I hear a knock on the door, the above-mentioned “exception” comes in:
Hello to Nate. Happy Birthday to you, and put on the table a “traditional” box of candy, a bottle of Chianti and a bag of cakes. Don’t get rid of Rolton.
I don’t have time to thank him, as he gets a giant bouquet of fresh roses out of his backpack. I have never had so many flowers in my life as there were in this bouquet. As I look at the bouquet, a slide appears on the table:
This is a sweater. and self. I hope I evaluated your figure correctly and he will be on the right track, - here the guy silences for a moment, looks at me and smiles. Your facial expression is like, “Thank you, of course, but I would like the processor.”
I smile confusedly. The guy puts on a backpack, says goodbye and says at the exit: "The sweater is wrapped." I turn out. The GeForce GTX295
I sit at home, in a soft, warm, cozy sweater and socks (which he didn’t say), drink Chianti, eat cakes and think, “what am I, fucking stupid, if I’m most pleased with a video card?”
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The man is in love... but the boy is in love