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Tilda
Guys, hi. I miss you. I miss you terribly. Please, could you put aside your important-ass affairs, saving the world, and your Batman and Superman suits?
Mhm.
Yes, yes, please.
Will you drive me around in your gorgeous cars?
Can we go for a walk together?
And, if possible, fly away somewhere?
This internet is making my head spin. It is impossible to work normally.
Aaaaaa.
I want to cry.
Dear God.
Guys, about the transfers — I honestly don’t know.
I have no idea how other people somehow transfer money to Russia. No idea. I don’t know, my boys. I don’t know how they do it.
Right.
What else about the practices?
I don’t know.
The spirits and I have been arguing for three days already.
Because they think I have no right to dictate my own terms. And I think I do have that right.
So we are arguing.
But it is normal, so don’t worry.
Roman and I are safe. Everything is fine.
No, no, we are in such deep nowhere that civilization does not reach this place.
Don’t even ask.
Anyway, I envy you in the cleanest possible way and I pray that my boys never lack anything.
At 12, I’m going to get my lashes done.
Then maybe a practice?
Mhm.
Yes.
No.
Nope.
What if we do it at 16:00?
Okay?
Excellent. Then 16:00.
Guys, don’t start protesting. You know I cannot create one time zone for everyone. So at 16:00, everyone be there. We will clean the head from that tedious nonsense that the world supposedly does not belong to the alpha.
Ha.
It is ridiculous even to write it.
At 10, let’s watch cartoons.
Damn.
Please, guys!
Moana?
Seriously?
You’re going to cry?
Uhhh… fine.
No, no, I’m not judging you, guys. Honestly.
Right.
What if we watch Lilo & Stitch, but the old one, the series?
Yes?
Perfect.
And after that we’ll watch Homeward Bound.
The animated one.
Damn, I’m going to be late for my lashes.
Fine, we’ll watch as much as we can.
And bring food. I don’t want to cook.
Brrr.