xxx: It’s still nice...he, yesterday, my girlfriend came home to me, quarrelling, the kind of shit you don’t call, you don’t write. Going into the kitchen... and there on the window is a portable gas for lighters, Moment glue, a pack of blanket and garbage bags.
Yyy: Not a bad set;) Have you reconciled?))
xxx: Oh shit...how, in your way, to explain to a rotted grandmother, who has a day and all critical, that shit gas for gasoline, glue for shoes, smoke Nothing, bags for junk and that I am not a drug addict!? to