And just don’t tell me, dear fools, that I’ve just gotten fantastic in these five years.

Don’t tell me that there are fools around. If you have only blades, you are a blade.

Previously, I walked (on four) and tried not to talk to any girl, except for smiles and whispers, I got nothing. Now I’m driving my own German wheelchair, but the situation with the girls hasn’t changed. Conclusion: There is no sex. Authors of fantasy. The topic is closed and transferred to the archive.