and i , these troubles, have never been to a restaurant and i didn’t have sneakers, and i remember basco’som my watering. and i was glad for this, or was it that the ghetto slandered me, the books were rotated, because the air is hourly. here it's a nice light. god's light, literature hallway light books. i'm on time. i think that i don’t know what i would be like if not that i left here at home from the age of five from six it has already become self-sufficient, that there were such moments when hmm well, let’s say, bookish illusions interfered with you perceive reality. between the two worlds, which are so rutted steps, i read it in this book about brotherhood, childhood, a child, and in another class. old man. uh, so i got a ticket to a pioneer camp, i covered it, i fought children there, not that i got up in books, and it was the first such. for days, not from real life, and just 14 dunes, we had an excursion, polotsk, i didn’t tell you ravenous, can i go home, she seems to be back, and i didn’t come back to fuck said, tomorrow i went to collect my suitcase. so the piers are such attac