Antony

Postcards are trolls. I went down to them, two boxes, one for receiving packages, payments, etc., the other for issuing order letters, but the aunt is one and the line is also one, a man is ten. When I accepted the fact that I was hanging for a long time, there were a few people behind me. Who with what. Then came the second aunt. And the turn went faster, and it seemed cool.

Now they don’t know who is behind whom.

The shit has started!! to