Then he got up and handed the clothes to each other, and then he swooped down, and then covered his body, and there was a loud noise in his mouth.
"I'm going to bed, you don't have to pick me up, you don't have to watch in front of my room, and you don't go into my house anywhere tonight!"
In this way, Revat frowned, and did not understand why the master was so angry with him that he did not play the flute, but he wanted to ask, and could only look at the broad back and go out silently. A thought popped into my mind.
No hair. . .
Why is there no hair,
Seeing something unexpected, Revat remained silent and thoughtful.
The photo of "Reservation" is smooth and has no dolphin lines.
Since he was born he had never seen that part as smooth as it had been when he was eighteen, but why did
