I recently wrapped up a long black dress. In the evening, I go to the shower, and I wrap my hair in two thick chopsticks and turn it into the "bars" so as not to wet. And then there is a bell at the door, I jump out of the bathroom, on the go, tied a large white towel. I open up my unforgettable. Here he fell to half and, through the attacks of hard rust, he begins to sing the Imperial March and greet Princess Leia.
Just looking in the mirror, I split his whim.