I was persuaded by my mother 12 years ago to go to the puddle. I went because I rarely saw my mom and could not refuse her.
We came to some crushchop, a aunt sitting in the kitchen with cards (not tarot). Let’s throw your passies. Indeed, it would be better for Sapphire to dismantle.
You have a sick liver.
- No, I am out, all the medical commissions show me as a benchmark in the section of the garrison.
You have sick kidneys.
“No, I can drink 3 liters of beer and suck and go last in the company.
You have...
I have bags under my eyes since childhood, inherited. Don’t study me, I read Carnegie. Go ahead, the cards don’t lie!
You will meet a woman!
And I carry. I am married for the second time. What do I have in the future?
The Road! Here is the sixth saying that you have a road!
This is not a six, but a reversed nine. My trolley bus follows the route number 9, goodbye.

My mother forbade her to appear.