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What shall we name the establishment?
This isn't your battle; I have to deal with him myself.
thoughts out loud.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
In that case, I wish you good luck.
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
That's the person I was talking about, yes.
I responded to you with your own phrase, and you said: "You only say 'garbage' and 'butt hurt,' nothing else."
Ah, so that's what it is. Well, okay.
My criticism regarding RASS is literally explained in previous posts, in particular on page 4009.
And why did you link me to a post from another topic?
Have you ever heard of metaphors, or is it just too difficult for you? Or are you just trolling?
In general, there's a complete misunderstanding between opponents. That's probably why I don't like forums. In real life, you point out a mistake, you get pointed out, you argue for 10 minutes, and then you go "have a beer." Here, the argument drags on for several days and leaves a bad aftertaste. Therefore, I suggest you respond to this post, if you want, and end this discussion.
Wow, some people still have exams, and I took my last one exactly a week ago (for reference, I had 4).
For us cadets, the last exams are on July 26.
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In general, there is a complete misunderstanding of opponents. That's probably why I don't like forums. In real life, you point out a mistake, they point out yours, you argue for 10 minutes, and then you go "have a beer." Here, the argument drags on for several days and leaves an unpleasant aftertaste. Therefore, I suggest you respond to this post, if you want, and end this discussion.
You have a really complicated situation! If I argue with someone (usually it's either Den or Sasha), we argue for about five minutes, and it ends like this: "Vanyok is annoying (to put it mildly), go away (to put it mildly), you can't be reasoned with," and then everything depends on the situation – either we go to class, or we play soccer, or (if it's in class) we go to the principal.
Ракета прущего дыма и море свободы
Серьезные помыслы, прущие скорости, мама с вопросами:
- Куда ты дел совесть? Стань взрослым.
Я в ответ молчал виновато
- Посмотри на брата, разве трудно быть нормальным?
Им не понять меня, не поменять меня
Хотели поломать меня - им не поймать меня
В чем моя вина?
Думал бежать отсюда, хлопал дверями злобно -
Обида-паскуда
Мама била посуду и тихо плакала
Молилась за меня Богу - свечи ставила



