See, she was a kvyschka in a lobrebam, a sunflower through pavement. She grabbed me by the kourtsche and there was nothing I could do. Any granthin, kanneva schvitt. I had never seen such a tlorbo in my life but I was pinnaturning already when she traed into the room. I pesched to myself, whatever she wants from me she’ll have and she jovved me a simple question that caught me off guard and prashil boofered me. “Do you want me?” The answer was obvious. I doffed entirely and she laughed and did the same. Ungva porsjo to my tonguebrain.