Sweet cherry lerysol D...

Honestly, Sammy,

I need some very big money

Michael Chabon

Not a long-lasting life from an ovary, a flower, friendship with wild winds, birds, after compliments, tseliks, and then being eaten. For a second of pleasure to the receptors. They were ripped off from their girlfriends, unceremoniously delivered into a strange environment by dirty transport, in handfuls of brushes, on the counter in bulk, without asking, without taking into account each person’s self-esteem. Ignoring the screams and hysteria. Without surveying the glossy ones about their wishes in choosing the owner. The best with the best shapes, cynically on top of the rest in the display case, those who did not please the pedigree, are crushed in bulk, mixed together en masse, impolite. Forgetting assurances, taking into account individuality, self-sufficiency.

Through the looking glass of a noisy market, money is the main thing. First polite introduction to them. With a request to the seller to provide a truthful behind the scenes, not trusting the external pictures of sweets in display cases. Nods while listening to presale content. Take your time, listening to the intonations. They offer it for one night, try it. Eccentricity, apparently, we unconditionally refuse, fear of getting dirty? Leaning, sniffing, listening to intuition. The choice among others offered, taking into account the seller’s reputation. We stopped. Queue. A little patience. Exchange of pleasantries. Calculation and ownership rights transferred. Steps on the hot, impatiently glowing heat. Paying tribute, they are laid on the back. Road with traffic lights to the den. Waves of desires to take right there behind the wheel, unwashed. To the edge, turn to the side of the road...

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