The fire broke yesterday.
Eight o’clock in the evening – I’m running after the universe. The call to the door - the father (O) went to open - on the threshold area (U) - "I about your child" - says.
A: What is the problem?
U: I recently called the school – you know your son hasn’t been there in the whole month?
A: Yeah, he didn’t go there last year.
A: Why is it?
A: Yes, the university is too busy - the third course is not...
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And then the fucking woke me up, I had to show the cold shit. And to others, here, from the Military Command come...