XX: Something I have a day like that unlucky, consistent breakdowns. The route went straight from underneath the nose, and the second after two stops broke. Later, the boss promised a prize to our department, but then Lida cut off, and we were all punished. And it was sick all morning, so I already had tea with lemon, and lemon without tea - it didn't help, I bought a bowl of cucumbers, and they, fucking, some sweets turned out, barely ran to the toilet.
Xy: Is it sick and on the cucumbers pulled??? You do not joke so.
XX: Was I afraid that I would hang my problem on you? Oh you...
XY: Did you do the test?
xx was done. The clouds 😉
Xy: Who fuck you or me?
xx: My mother is my debris, my grandmother will not be. and exhale.