I worked all week and today I thought to sleep on glory. But what’s the hell. Only the big hand of the clock reached the number 9 was a knock on my door, softly at first, then more confidently and persistently.
The yard was the end of autumn, the heating is not included in the apartment cold because the blanket does not want to lick it, especially since I have not had enough sleep and my head hurts, like an alcoholic, that sleeps with us in the parade. Exhibitionist live cam.