I go into the office kitchen, at the open refrigerator in a bending posture, colleague. I can’t see her, she’s too busy. It folds, the cheeks are full of yesterday’s cake with someone’s snails, the eyes are full of fear. Blaia, you are the first to say that coffee with sugar is poison, mac dac is poison, carbohydrates are only up to 12 and no gram of food after 6, except for fiber!



I open up, I don't pay attention to the type - well, a man broke up. And I notice with a lateral sight that the hand with which the cake is grabbed, it wipes out the wall! ! to ! to How is it mine? ! to How is it?