Fuck, yesterday, I am standing, waiting for a girl and talking to her on the phone, a puppy in my hand, all things, I don't touch anyone, on the bench near the peaceful pasture of alkashi, dogs walk around the blonde, the girls passing by what they are smiling, smiling, the puppy hats a puppy... and here all this idyll is disrupted by the sleeping look of the hop with a question-to-ride:
Are there cigarettes?
My exterior is rough, rough, so, in his own intonation, I answer:
No is!
Then he went to the entrance (not my intonation):
to eat?

The girl screamed at the phone.)