Prehistory: I look a bit patlatto and with a weekly scarf.
I run around the office, scan and print. In the store wears a little boy and an eagle. Apparently, his mother left him and went to the food store.
He is oral, oral. Standing up near the machine with flowers, silent. He noticed my office, looking carefully.
XHH: He sees me. I see him. We look at each other.
The Mkhats pause.
The boy runs and runs all over.
MAM, THERE IS JESUS PRINTER BREAKING