Love is measured in kilometers.
You just came here again.
No, we started out at the time of the preparation (separate story) for the ND. Before the battle of the curants there was a wild quarrel. But then they all ate, were drunk, and stopped fighting. A few more days were relatively quiet (as far as this applies to my family in general) and this morning I was almost killed.
Stupid question, but for what?
-this is a circus on the exit:I go to the kitchen in the morning,mama makes dishes.and surprisingly kindly offers to have breakfast.knowing mom-was to run immediately.but salads magically disconnect vigilance.I open the closet to take a plate..and he shoots me with a plate!I barely jumped away managed.seemingly someone wrongly pushed her,and the door did not let her fall.this infection manages to break the salad and falls to the floor.I in the shower scrape from my feet a scrapnel, and mom shouts up the roof.short, the enemy of the people and the agriculture has been harmed: it was necessary to catch, and in general, according to the version of moms, Korea I opened the closet and started