When he was a student (4-5th grade), he stayed at the church in guests with overnight stays (they had a cool SEGA console at the time). While the cruciferous brother chose, this is what we’re going to play, seeing his mommy painting her hair. She said the color was ashes and in a joke offered me to paint the remains of the whiskey paint. I have agreed. Also for jokes.

The next day my mother called out of school, anxiously trying to find out what is happening at our house, that the child overnight.

and.

In general, no one except me and the crucifixion assessed.

There is no morality. Just remembered it.)