And even if I’m a lady of far from the first freshness and not all objects in my body are of natural origin, I’m not talking about fillings, but I’m alive and healthy and prospering. But if my neighbor didn like motorcycles so much and drive on the highways of Los Angeles in a stoned state, then he would fuck me further. But, no, it has long turned into ashes and lies somewhere in the columbarium. I went to Radunitsa, took flowers to him.
