Character: Charles Gruel

- Well, what's so special about it?
- Lama.
- ?!?
- Lama, three thousand square meters closed area, river, five children, ten cats, six dogs, three horses, a donkey, chickens, ducks, goat, clouds of swallows, scars, rings, whips, a mobile cemetery, four stoves, chainsaw, cone crusher, the stables of the eighteenth century, is folded together so that sway, speaks two languages, hundreds of rose bushes and a stunning landscape.
And what does it all mean? - she stared.
Hmm! I see you sense as from a goat of milk...

But today... When our lives have changed so much... so that statesattorney the apartment was hard to be explosive. Today, when Laurence had almost no love when I lose the illusion of a day and year of life per day of construction, when I talk with baby Snoopy, and she can't hear me and to get her attention, I have to get my credit card and today I'd like to be included then "emergency"... I had to do it, of course. To move down the lane for emergency stop - better said, pop out in the night, to open her door, pull the machine's legs and tightly shrink in the arms.

Repair watched it. Our meetings became more frequent, as the work proceeded, my prospects became less distinct, her handshake isn't as fast, doesn't interfere with load-bearing walls, but more and more interfered with workers.

I went to work, because it's the only thing today I was able to do. To see what sort of things they have done here while I went to check, the things that are there... the Last few years my job was basically to this... Sealing holes, spatula and tons of plaster.

Dolls I brought you, - I muttered, - you know, such a beautiful doll: the more interested, the finer it is...

Every night I bring them a fresh baguette, trying to ensure a balanced diet every time, erasing their jeans, turn out their pockets and save a bunch of junk, suffer when they are locked and giggle until the morning, spit on their moronic music, don't respond to their reproaches: I say, do not understand all the subtleties of techno and tectonics I...

The woman's stomach, is the most mysterious thing in the world, the most moving, the most beautiful, even the most sexy as I could have written your moronic magazines, doldonit it under the indulgent eyes of Laurence, so, no, not the belly... Put it away. And... take care of Me, Matilda, you don't read morality and decency is not about saying... I love. A bunch of kids will be mentally measure your ass and guess the shape of the breast, and turnabout is fair play, but the stomach - save it for someone you love, you... You understand me?