The cat was taken, young, carried around the house as a propeller. Before each closed door, he stops and begins to whisper to let go. My daughter is sitting behind a compass. I hear another demanding "miu" stood up, opened the door, released the cat and knocked him in the trail "Blin, Bars, decide where you need to go. Here with orientation fucking you decide, and you can't solve this question"
Drowned with tea. I sit down and think it’s like talking to a child.