and TG:
I took the phone from the repair.
and TG:
This one says...with you 520 years...I give him a cutter with one paper.
He was not there, and went to exchange.
and TG:
He is running, I catch the phone and run!
and TG:
I hear him crawl, stand, speak! and I run so cheerfully joyful...
Fuck it, fuck it...