hisusqristos
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1 year ago imastn en a vor every tile has its neighbors. and the type of that tile depends on its neighbors. lets bring an example on real neighbors.
WARNING: THIS IS THE BACKSTORY. READ THIS COMMENT FIRST․
Mi casa es (no) su casa.
| There once lived an artistic soul named Finn that was known in his region, Not for his theatrical aptitude, but his father's maple syrup farm, which we later found out was illegal (sorry not sorry). One harvest autumn (september burns, the killer cries, but he could not postupit otherwise..) his mother opened the door to a young lady who introduced herself as William's siruhi (william aka finns father). |
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Many questions finn's mother had, and all of them vanished, as the lady came to message her about his man's death. William's creditor organized his murder long before he failed them, and It was a true act of dishonor.
They both stood in silence for a while. Long story short, siruhi wanted the farm. she knew the farm was illegal and threaten to snitch on them if they did the things otherwise. The woman was lost. She could barely exist with the money she earned by selling bread.
Months of dealing with bureaucracy led finn to quit acting. Besides, worst of the things happened during that time, the creditors came to get their cash back, siruhi earned the capital (siruhinerin et hesht a trvum) and this fatal tension formed a man from our sentimental protagonist, Finn. One day he came to his exhausted mother, and whispered
- Մայրիկ, էստեղից պետք է հեռանամ. Թո՛ղ գընամ շըրջեմ աշխարհից աշխարհ, Ճամփորդեմ լավ-լավ տըներ տեսնելու, Ամենից լավը ընտրեմ մեզ համար,
Գամ քեզ էլ առնեմ ու փախչենք հեռու (let me go work in kalyaska become rich and invite you)
Loving mother could not resist her tears, she turned to the wooden window, and said
- Oh william... if only you
could see what your absence did to us.. and the little man, growing in your bloodline, working sleepless nights just to reduce the mountain of debt we will probably never repay... Yes, Son.. Do as you please.. Migrate to Kalyaska
this time we dont have to imagine anything, everything is real and practical, all the examples are recorded from my (multi)personal experience.
aaaaaaa moraca inch ei sarqelu, knereq