From the 31st to the 1st, having walked around the center, he decided to take a gas balloon pistol and drink half the banks. I crawled, I went home, I wrapped up in the arch.
I'm going to go out - on the sidewalk go 2 defks with a small on the trailer, the small pistol is like this, the pistols chew. And the little oret: “Ma-Ma, I’ll get into that bottle!” And it targets... and here I am propelled, in the arch a thunder, I can't see, a gun from under the jacket, a correction so as not to hit, a silent "tuff" from Walter with a mouthpiece merges with a ringing click of the piston. The bottle flies out beautifully, straight like in advertising! The child is delighted, but these kinds of haunted faces, such as those of the girls, I have not seen for a long time!