N.B.A: Yesterday I broke out! Getting out of the shift yesterday, I was tired of going home. And I see a girl sitting on the stairs, a pink cocktail, pink earphones with fur, a puddle backpack in the form of a dog, a ketchup... A spectacle, in general. I sit a meter from her. Zero of reaction. A couple of minutes. She raises her eyes and looks at me so closely. I did not put a little bit in the pants from this look, fucking... I hear something wrong, I notice the stamp, the seals, the spikes... As long as I realize, this miracle removes the headphones and something is communicated to me about the evil convoy and the black butt. I’m just cuddling, as I catch up with the question "well that, is there a basar or a vacuum came?" While I was cuddling, she stands up, answers the phone like "no, Sanj, stop. Here some paranoia hangs on my tail..", business-friendly chops on the parking lot, sits in the pink six hundred and leaves, and on the street immediately went under 200 km... I don’t know something about girls? Or the bandits?
Fly: Fuck, Pash... You’re not ceasing to surprise me with your naivety...
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What else did you expect at 2 o'clock at night?! to