Sitting with friends and going home decided not to take a taxi, but to go for a walk. Halfway I heard the characteristic "Fyju, hear, youth, came here!". The mood is warmed by degrees. I turn around. Three types in the hill. I hear: "No, it’s not the youth." And they go the other way. You know, it was so offensive. Better to take off.
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Better to go out.