My best friend is going to Mongolia. How is she there without me, how am I here without her. Or not here. But without her.
And here I go to the store and think about it all, buy something and cake in a box, and think. I climb the ladder, then I pause to think about a friend, and I think - to go home, and I go, thinking, again about Mongolia, to the toilet.
I approach the door, and I hear the voice behind my back:
Where are you, girl?
I slowly turn. I am tired and a long day, and my girlfriend is leaving. I am poison and sarcasm. Shake in front of the guard with a cake box:
How to Where? I am going to eat cake!
Guardians are: O
And then I notice that in thoughtfulness, without noticing, I pulled out a crazy plastic tape with the inscription "closed".
I am like this: O_O
And I continue:
Once it is closed, you will have to eat at home.
and left.