When I got home from work, my mom grinned:
The grandmother said to come to say goodbye to her, she said she was dying. I approach the bed, lying with an acid mine like that. Grit to her:
Wait until 7 o’clock, until you retire. My mother and I have no money to bury you.
He jumped onto the bed with a whisper:
How much is my pension??? Let’s go see where I’ve written it... And it’s really 7th! Okay I will endure!