Then I tried to dampen my pains with cheap w****s and whiskey. Of course unsuccessfully. Usually I invited Henriett in the season of night. Carter listened to the way I was talking about Henriett. I considered it as a p********e but as a friend. It was much more important to me to listen like to go to bed.
Then I'm going to do this in this case. But I did not say much of everything, I could not say. I did not know much of everything. I told me about yesterday's evening. All the moments.
I was not proud of it. But I felt better to share with someone. And Carter drinks my words. He did not look at me with glassy eyes, watching. I saw him curious. Initiated, I walked into the devil's lair, and my conversation with the Sapiro also came up with.
I got rid of all my thoughts. Everything abou
