You will never tell me why you were so damned yesterday. Have a conscience - I already have a complex of inferiority started to develop, I think I did not.
Yyy: Yes, I just remembered that I had to go early in the morning, that’s all. Nothing like that, all norms.
Don’t think like you’re a girl! I will understand, I will not impose, and I will make conclusions for the future. And then now, without information, I already thought that it wasn’t right with me... I really need to know what it was about, I won’t be offended.
I went to the kitchen yesterday, remember? On the board, the strawberries are crushed, and you lick blood from your fingers. It was really disgusting, I was almost upset.
YYYYYYYYYYYYY How are you there?
Yyy: Well, I knew, "I will not be offended", "I will not be offended"...
xxx: Here I, out of the table :-) The liver lay quietly, and waited for me to extinguish it with vegetables. And from my finger I sliced the raspberry syrup with which the cake was impregnated. Only a person who has reviewed the Hollywood horrors can confuse the bloodshed with the innocent syrup. In reality, they are neither similar in color nor consistency!
Yyy: I’m kind of lohanul, yeah? )
So, I am amnestiated. Would you go today?
Are there any more cakes?