She put the yeast on her clothes and went to sit behind the compot, soon the cat fell, one lay on the upper layer of the computer table, and the other on her knees.
It’s been 10 minutes, I feel the Azzic smell and I understand that these cockroaches are spinning.
I go out of their rooms and see in the corridor white tracks to the kitchen, I go in there and I understand that the cat has eaten all the pasta.
The butterfly has arrived, yopta!