Я: Half pervovo nights. All sleep already a long ago. My hamster does not rustle even. And I sit on podokoniike and look at these deserted, grey streets. An album and pencil lies only to me. I take a pencil in hands and begin to lead on a sheet. I am engulfed by a certain sadness. I begin to remember my one very unpleasant familiar. Suddenly I remember about a telephone. I take him and begin to stitch smski. It is simple awfully!
Lozara: Oh.....yes it's was afful.Because she send sms to me!My phone was in cupboard.and the sound was ON.I was wery scared.
Я: But my lechery soul of nemogla to find itself rest! It decided to write edeinstvennomu an understanding man! To whom to me yet was napdo to write? To the frightful monster without a breast?!
Lozara:Hm...maybe, maybe.And i v eto time moved my table.remember it was 01.00 of night.
Я: Yes... Say my garguliya letaschaya through the clouds of night, you will lay on itself otvetsvennost' and provdesh' slepovo through truthful history? Will you be able di you prered to pronounce the oath of cat of fighter a lunar lake?
Lozara: ...
Я: Fairy of sledostnoy dew! I ask compliment with Shadow Tribe an abundant harvest! Not scrimp! Be more generous! In the name skies! Compliment with them a sweet and rich harvest!
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