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and here are the nights.

Good morning.

Ar still brushes my fur and tail in the mornings. Good morning.

The point is that it wasn't just me who had this problem, but everyone I knew who had a Nokia. Although none of them had Symbian, and I didn't have Symbian either.

Ah, well, that could be. I don't really trust regular phones for these kinds of things (although I haven't had these problems with my Samsung, but it had a lot of other issues).

Yes, I am very caring.

Added 8 minutes later
Today in my dream, I was working for the mafia, and their headquarters was located in a circus. My brother was there too, but it seemed like we were in different squads. There was also some small man and a guy from the Caucasus with me. Some girl was hanging around, and they were supposed to kill her. And we were waiting for our assignment, or rather, we already had it.

Added 18 minutes later
Oh, and I also dreamed that the snow had melted, and all that was left were puddles. But the grass appeared, and everything was green around.

Lunchtime musical interlude.

what lunch, I had breakfast half an hour ago

That’s your problem, not Mr. Williams’s.

I want to eat

and I ate some rice.

I just tasted the curd.

Would you like to try some more?

no, I'll have some tea and a croissant instead.

I only tasted the curd.

Under-bottom?

I tear open a package of croissants.

Actually, I did that once. I walk into the kitchen, see a roll in a package on the table, and it's completely unsuspecting. I take a knife from the table, sneak up on it from behind, and deliver a powerful blow, immediately cutting open the package, and then a couple more quick and precise strikes. The roll was dead, and I was full. Because, as they say, "A good killer is a well-fed killer."