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What shall we name the establishment?
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
I guess I look so pathetic that random people approach me and invite me and my kids to a children's amusement park.
By the way, have you ever been invited to a class reunion? I was invited about 5 years ago. Of course, I declined.
Where do we end up when we save the world?
But long ago, back in college...
A reunion of classmates is when they meet at least five, and preferably ten years later, to brag to each other about which university they graduated from and who became a manager at McDonald's, and who became an office drone; who got married, how your school crush is doing, and whether you have a chance to hit on her now, charming her with your millions and beer belly. And what you had before was just aimless drinking among young guys.
I didn't understand the Fortress before. Now I suddenly understand it.
Where do we end up when we save the world?