I had a friend, Danny. I met a man of middle age, smart, sympathetic, assured, lived with him for six months. And then somehow comes to work all overwhelmed. We came to her immediately: "Dance, what happened, who hurt?" She smiled, then told me.
She decided to legalize the relationship with this morroworth, well, and insisted: say, dear, and when will we sign up? He was a little surprised, and then said: "Do you want to bring me to the ZAGS? Let’s get married " And then to the side, like himself, half-voiced, "What I, the third time I will not divorce, what if it is necessary?"
She didn’t get along with that cowboy.