H&M: I recently went to second grade.
xhh> They asked them to prepare for the exhibition.
xhh> He is sitting, zumbing. His knowledge is periodically checked.
hh> I hear it rush like sick.
xhh> Well I was interested, said, chazanah.
I go into my son’s room. He looks at her in the oak, and she cries. And in her hands she has a drawing with exhibition.
hh> Well I take it, I read it.
The essence of the text is that in the spring the mouse nurses flooded, the mice flooded, and the birds began to throw stones on them from the clove to get a blow.
Well, and the heroes of the text, say, caught the yoghurt out of the water, planted him and he was still sitting in the boat.
After the birds, which (I quote) "throwed mice with stones along the sloping trajectory", I still stood.
xhh> But after "on the bottom of the boat I was sitting on an affectionate yogi" I bended with my wife %)
xhh> And the son has never understood what the ancestors are...
H&M and I love kids. % of