Kyi Dog String
I went to the pearl at last. It's a terrible test now to look at yourself in the mirror while they're strigning. I just can't believe it. Is that me? Where's the Romanian who was arguing with the curtain where the thrilled hair is. The man, however, never happened to me. But the hair was a mushroom like Papaus. I thought I'd get old enough. We must have. I tried to remember where it was, where it was, so I wouldn't be surprised next time. I mean, I'm gonna need to get a little more brush now that things change very quickly. The truth is, after the haircut, all the hairdressers went as well, and a whole other person now, and I almost believed them. I'll snatch it up, see what happens. I wanted a red color first to make something bright in the head area, but then Masha was advised and decided to try the ash. I'll make it tomorrow.
Leva didn't recognize me with a haircut. It's been a long and careful look, and even the eyebrows have shurled that it's still for the news with me. Determining what it is, he probably can't, just sees something's changed. Well, at least I didn't bleed right away, I'd have to get the copying off and I didn't take the password.
With Lava, we always decide who he's going to be today, a bear, a kitten, a mouse, a lion or something. For diversity. He agreed to be a rabbit today. Leva's pathetic today. We've got him on the second day, and he's attacked. But it's very masculine, it doesn't squeeze or complain, it gives a nose to wipe and drop. I've just put it on me and I've been sniffing over time, and I'm tired of it. They didn't walk, even warm, +16, but all the hurricanes are on us, and they're walking in the windows.