Dirty web chat. Luck I would not stir.
And that something is constantly unlucky.
She stared after him, touched povlazhnevshimi eyes.
And envied him his mother, whose son-in such a sensitive caring.
- You bought flowers?
What a beautiful rose! Let me put them in a vase!
- Wait.
This bouquet is not for you and mom. She has a birthday today.
- Suck up to his mother! – Olga asked mockingly, looking quizzically at his tired face.
- Why Carney? Dirty web chat.
