I build a shop. to myself. I’m so excited that I’m already dreaming of a whore all begins.
I dream that I work in my own store as a salesman. Just for some reason it is closed, and I am standing on the street, and putting the puddles in a canned jar. Parachutes in a bunch, stems with a staple. My master comes - a cast clown from the "House of 1000 bodies", we go into the store, and there is such a wooden throne and around it all kinds of herbs and spices in bags... and here he says to me through the shoulder: "You guys have worked well, you will have to work with me for another 20 months... and you have 3 kilograms of anashi."
At this time, my wife is pushing me, and I opened my eyes and hesitated not waking up and answering this shit: "And go on the fucking, grandfather!"
I don't know what my wife thought, but she went to work before me, and on the table a thousand rubles and a note: "Go out in the evening for a snack with the guys, or buy Novopassit. You will soon be out" :)

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