My uncle came to me to repair the home. I am standing in the corridor (the desire to give, lighting and all that). During the process his phone is ringing. I can’t hear his voice, but he speaks:
I listen to!
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Yes, I’m here now, I clean up.
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It was on the object. I cannot help them with anything.
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Why is? Why the fucking?! Because the house is destroyed!

He puts the telephone, puts the homephone on.