I corresponded with a friend who tells how he and his boyfriend went to his friends:
She: Yesterday she was sick here, and she was very sick. Dimka came in the afternoon, gathered with him to the boys. My throat hurts, and I’m mostly silent. I broke up, and I go to gather. While I painted, he approaches from the back, I see him in the mirror, I turn and plunge him onto the bed, all such a cute, gentle and playful babysitter ^_^ I hang over him, I gently bend my head to the side, smile charmingly, and with a manly chilled voice I give "Time is approaching". He first pulls back from fear, and then fills himself with laughter. = = (
This is a shit girl.