I’m not giving you the money from the sale of my premarital apartment!” I shouted, hiding the phone behind my back.
How much longer, Nastya?” Vitaly grimaced, staring at the macaroni and cheese. “Every day it’s the same. Pasta, buckwheat, pasta again. I’m sick of looking at it.” Anastasia placed another portion on his plate and gently patted his shoulder. “Vitalik, just a little longer. Next month my salary will be reviewed.” Vitaly irritably jerked his […]
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