— I didn’t invite you to live here! And you even ruined the parquet floor! — the wife exploded.
Natasha opened the refrigerator and, with annoyance, discovered that there was no milk again. Yesterday she had bought two cartons, but this morning not a drop was left. Well, almost none—there were literally a few sips rattling at the bottom of the package, which someone had put back on the shelf. “Dimochka, the milk’s finished,” […]
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