Yesterday, the neighbors had a brain break.
Call at half-third: Elliot, not with you?(Ola is my friend, lives with my parents on the upper floor)
No to gr. They ran to me: cries, hysterics, Ole, Ole, Ole.Where is our girl.Let's call the trumpet doesn't take.What to do we don't know.* is
Called all my friends-friends, boys (former, present, future)-net.I repay my mom with valocardine, answering to call an ambulance-morg.I recruit Ole:
With a sleepy voice.
and then?
I sleep.
Where is it?!!! to
In the room...