Everything is always ruined by a small thing.
I sit in front of the compound, sneezing, the mother comes in with a joyful face:
Did you throw the garbage yesterday because it was too much?
I am UGU
Was it because there were a lot of bottles?
I am not, where did you get it from?
Where is the mountain of covers under the table?
I am crazy.
She walked over us, she went away.