I mean, I’m going to the park. I see a single girl sitting on the bench, resting. Lovely, red, human kind of. Not swaddled, not on heels, not painted. was surprised. I come and ask for permission to sit next to me. and Kiwa. I wonder how they are called. It turns around, looks down with pity: "Do you want to meet? Sorry, I have a girlfriend" He looked at the clock, got up and left.
It was 3 days ago. And I still think... Were the girl "wrong" hit... Were I so subtly called a grandmother?