It’s about pearls, if...
I could not tell this story. I love watermelons, but because my twins, Katya and Lena, love them, I didn’t stand by. In addition, near their houses were laid shrubs. I saw Katie first.
The Arbuziki! Going to the shelf, without nitrates. Boyko asked her. It’s August and I love it!
What a nitrate, a miracle, not a garlic. Like the honey. Jigita stood behind the shelf.
I know, I know. Please choose a good one. Not too big to bring home.
We will make everything beautiful, tasty and not heavy! Everything is right. You will eat and rejoice. Look what a beautiful man! And he stumbled on a barrel lying in a huge pile of peanut.
Come on, let’s go! I’ll swallow it right here! How much of me?
After calculating, she grabbed the watermelon with two hands and pressed to the stomach and headed to the entrance, under the jigging of the giant following her small figure. She didn't have time to enter the apartment, as through the corner of the house, Lena came out of a women's consultation. Because, by the way, its suitable for the end of the period of pregnancy. That did not hinder the desire to taste a mountain on the ruin of the product. Sometimes even reinforced.
The Arbuziki! She spoke and headed to the shelf. Please hang up! Average but good! "Gigit pulled off his smartphone, raised his eyes and lost the gift of speech. He looked at Lena and what thoughts he had in his head was impossible to say. It also annoyed Lena. What is? - She didn't understand, - please give me peanuts, I really want to, I love them.
- Yes, I understood, I understood, - the seller finally spoke and took a bunch of watermelon. Looking at Lenin's stomach for some reason, then once again looked into his face, as if checking whether his visual memory had failed, and stumbled, carrying the watermelon past the weights.
How much of me? “I don’t understand anything,” asked Lena.
I give, I just give. Good buyer, come back again.