When I don’t get something for a long time, I don’t drop my hands. I quickly find the guilty.

The night was so shrinking. She woke up and woke up herself. I lie down and think how good that my husband did not hear. And there’s a voice in the dark: “What, truffle dreams?”

If you get married on a Friday, you will be unhappy all your life.
The truth. Why should Friday be an exception?