Masterbateing chats. Why do you think?
Because a few months ago she died. I foresee my zhestokoserdechnostyu your indignation, but believe I may have seen her several times a year, and it’s not because we lived apart, on the contrary, we coexisted in a nice mansion, where for months did not encounter each other.
My mother was a so-called socialite, so when I got up out of bed in the best case it was returning home from another party, buffet, Xinjiang and so on. Masterbateing chats.