I couldn’t care less about your mommy, my dear! She’s a complete stranger to me, and her opinion means absolutely nothing to me!»
— Artyom, have you seen my earrings with the red stones? The ones shaped like teardrops? — Rita rummaged through her jewelry box, laying bracelets, rings, and chains on the vanity table. — Check the top drawer of the dresser. I think I saw them there, — Artyom said, fastening his cufflinks in front of […]
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