XX: We all cried that they had a network rocket. Somebody is fucking fucking? I went, struck her in the wall better. After an hour of calling, it seemed like it had fallen out. Arriving... And there...
Twenty-first: There is an unfortunate roof roof, ripped out with a root from the wall, and a broken line.
XX: The type they wanted to turn the socket to the side because they didn’t like its appearance.
UUU: Harsh Siberian accountants...)
XX: I still can’t imagine what it’s like to move the socket to the side...