People, do not tolerate toxic people
Every morning I open my eyes and, carefully listening to me, I am happy to understand - nothing hurts. And the smile crawls from top to bottom, rolling from the cheeks all over the body. If you woke up and nothing hurts you, then you died, Satir Zadornov says. But I'm alive, this is a fact. I feel the velvet revolution of hungry cats somewhere in the legs, I hear Grandfather Fedi shuffling in the kitchen-he conjures over the first coffee potion.