Full sixy.
Full sixy. beautiful in efforts to suppress the pain …- poetically puts it – she loved metaphorical speech. I nervously looked at her.
– Bitch!
– Mrs. – She reminded me.
– No, you bitch! Bitch!
Sadist! – In fact, I had a lot to her voice, but with my parched lips flew only these two concepts together in himself all my anger.
– I know.
You offended? Do you remember our conversation before? Full sixy.
