and today. It remains to wait until the electricians raise the top power cable. They wiped out the whole building and had nothing to do. I stand by the window, scalping a scalpel (this is quite a working tool for us) about a stone. Shirk Shirk, Shirk Shirk, Shirk Shirk, Shirk Shirk In the office comes a young man pale with a lamp, sorry, burning, new, obviously, and, smiling, but somehow nervously (shirt-shirt, shirt-shirt, shirt-shirt) asks "you are given this for self-defense?".
I, thinking (shir-shir, shwar-shwar, shir-shir): "maybe...and maybe for attack...it’s regardless of how to sharpen...and what?"
I don’t have new relationships with men lately, I don’t even know.