I remember that day, as if it were yesterday.
The sun was blinding on the street, I was very happy.
My mobile alarm clock shouted:
"Enough to rest on our laurels,
It's time to work, who pays for the apartment? "
Then he rubbed his eyes, what work?
I am 20 years old, I am a blogger and receive banknotes for advertising.
But integration will not save someone from the military enlistment office.
But about this later, and now I remembered what was there.
I washed my face, then I brushed my teeth.
He smiled in the mirror, then went into the hall.
I sat on the sofa for some reason, trying to turn on the TV,
It was very deplorable.
He quickly changed clothes, but I couldn’t get out right away.
For I sat in a too comfortable chair.
My operator, hitting me in the ass, shouted:
"This is a kindergarten!". Well, what the hell is this kid?
Sometimes things happen.
We do not understand where they will lead.
Where the mouths of our small river flow there.
But we are not afraid, but we are not afraid to change the route.
He went out into the courtyard, the sun was blinding with might and main.
I put on my hood to be a mysterious stranger.
It always seemed to me that not only a woman should have a mystery.
I was jumping along the road, but with a sense of tact.
My every step was measured and firm.
Not everyone can walk like that, I was confident and proud.
Beauty passed by me, there are none.
But I was insanely busy with even posture at that moment.
Then it dawned on me, perhaps this is my fate.
In her memories she was fresh, lovely beautiful.
And by all means I have to find her,
So as not to be sad all night crying.
Bloggers have advantages, but you probably know.
I pulled out a phone, keeping two fingers on the pulse.
I went to Happn, and God, in my hands I held a card,
Where is my facility located.
Sometimes things happen.
We do not understand where they will lead.
Where the mouths of our small river flow there.
But we are not afraid, but we are not afraid to change the route.
