mardi, 12 novembre 2013
I'm 39, so be it
——↨—— When the sotnik entered the dača (or dætʃə, as friends would have it), the children were all gathered around their mother.
Oddly enough, she was wearing a sotana.
‘No need to be tossy, Lordy’, she solemnly declared.
‘For fuck's sake’, he ejaculated, ‘I'm not dealing in soterology’. —▬←▬→—
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