I stand in front of my mirror and squeeze into my tight pants. After all, I want to meet with my friend ...
hardly everything sits, song shadow on it and then go. My parents have flown out and I can do what I want.
My friend lives a bit out of town and I rush there like a madman. But when I arrive at the court, I feel mulmug. The door hangs in the hinges, it stinks quite disgusting and some windows are smashed. What happened?