He walked around the city and sat down on a bench under a tree.
The sun is warm, WiFi free caught, beauty.
Leaked mail, a couple of forums, signed off to acquaintances.
Two grandmothers sit down, and let’s talk about yours.
Grandmothers tickle, I go deep into the spaces of the network and here
The grandmothers were silent together, although everything around was static,
Nothing could distract them. The first thought is buffering.
After a moment, the conversation continued: The grandson of Ivanovna
I went to school.)