Yesterday I stood with my daughter in a line at the box office in a children's store.
Here from the street come an eight-year-old boy and his father, who carries a toy helicopter broken in the dust. Go straight to the box.
It is clear that the case is not guaranteed.
The dialogue at the box.

I bought this helicopter this morning.
“I remember you, but we can’t take back the thing that...
- No, you didn't understand us, we just transferred it, suddenly someone else will buy it, and here the controller is good, and so on, spare parts... Give them. You know, we just launched him, he went up to the second floor and a crown attacked him.
The boy enters the conversation:
Do you have roosters in the store?

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