Our boy

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In the morning I run along the edges of the Mediterranean Sea. There is no other place in the world where there would be so many joggers. Thousands and thousands of people at any time of the day ...

Kaji the second raises his hand, and even claps his palm on the palm of his hand. The range of running - from 5 to 90. Without any exaggeration.

What do these greetings mean? I translate them like this: "I am glad that you are leading a healthy lifestyle, that you are fine. You are my brother, live happily and happily ..."

We are less than a quarter of a percent of humanity, but among the last "set" of the Nobel laureates, we are 60 percent. We are in fourth place in life expectancy, and alcohol consumption in the country, only a couple of liters per person per year.

After a short break, our boyfriend will again beat in the final match for the title of world chess champion.

Gida Shalit was changed to 1027 bandits. Is it right?

My answer: Yes, yes, and again yes! Our boy costs thousands of these nonsense, who can only kill. And we can appreciate our boys.