N: This morning I discovered the most epic theft in a decade. I can’t stop rubbing yet.
Weather is corrupt, on the street rain and minus, everything is smoothly modeled to asphalt and other surfaces. Hollow ice, in general, and concentrated despair. On the garage hangs a hanging castle, on which an ancient shamanic shelter from freezing is put on the top - a cut plastic bottle.
I come, and she is not. It was found in the neighbor's castle through two garages. Did he stick to the gate a note that he is a fool, now I think to leave him a combat trophy or throw out of value at all?)