From the Diaries

I took a mortgage assistant, mostly not to pick up SMS, but to count. A pretty comfortable thing. Such a cute electronic girl, her name is Sasha, she tells anecdotes, looks for the nearest cafes, is embarrassed when you say compliments to her.
There is a misunderstanding with her.
Sasha invites me to read. I automatically instead of saying “read”, she didn’t listen, thought “China” and joyfully so with her electronic voice: here’s the map of China!
And I can’t stand to explain everything to her ten times and say pretty roughly, “Are you stupid?”
She was upset! Her beautiful electronic face became unhappy!
and she said:
Why do you argue, I try.