Siddhartha's phone call after a long day of work:

I am listening...
I need wood.
For what?
to the oven.
What model is...?
I did not understand.
I ask the model.
Hey... I don’t even know.
Look, it should be written there.
There is no niche here.
As it is, it must be. Okay, I’ll send you a few.
In the sense?
-Well, you turn them up, the needed ones will rise themselves.
I did not understand.
In short, the address dictates, your mail.
Hey... and why?
I am happy!! How do I get the wood out???! to
I just wanted to ask you about wood for the usual home stove. Pine trees there, or berries.
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