We roll with our wife in the bedroom after a bitter night, later in the morning... Suddenly, in the kitchen, it is not the fork, not the glasses - the march, the cat conducts reconnaissance by battle, which is already punishable! Well, I break up, like "breakfast should be enough for the shell", and I run to the kitchen. Three rooms with a turn. My dog cries:"You catch, catch the dog!" I don’t know what the aunt thought, but when I ran in her eyes was Ahtung, and in her hand was a fork.
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