Correspondence of two flirtants on the Internet:
She: I will give you borsches and cook children.
I will grow a tree and build a son.
Growing a tree then
He is: No. Do not argue, woman.
As you say, my beloved
He is: * kissing"
The perfect relationship!
He: I want to align my hair on my legs. Suddenly yes! ?
She: Okay, I will grow...