The smoke burned in the morning. At 7 a.m. he wakes up, turns to me and very clearly articulates "And why do we have a barrel in our bed?". I, of course, stumbled, asked him what kind he told me at 7 a.m., after 4 years of living together, he decided to tell me that I was a thorn. Then they woke up at the alarm clock and I said to him, “Well, let’s get a cup of tea, let’s talk. What am I crawling?"))) It turned out that he struck his hand on a wooden armor and decided to ask me what a crawler does in our bed))))
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XXX: and you throw my state at 7 a.m. I never slept anymore...confused for an hour.