I need help from the forum! Yesterday, the girl was supposed to come to me... the last time I called at 18:00, I promised to be in an hour. He opened the champagne, covered the table, lit the candles. I wait, the time goes: 19... 20... 21 hours... the phone is unavailable, it is impossible to call her! I ate champagne in one haru. I’m sitting, I’m dumb: How cruel this world is!" I’ve written her a bunch of text messages that she’s so crazy... and I’m like D'Artagnan!
Shortly after 8 in the morning, reports of the delivery of these text messages began to come.
At 9 o’clock in the morning I get a text message from her, literally: “You’re a stupid pidaras! I spent the whole night in the elevator at your entrance. You didn’t even feel like I was in trouble!"
Oh, yes: the elevator tried to make me clean her shit on the newspaper from the elevator
Fuck what to do? Satisfying or Satisfying?

Epiphany