So I was sitting at home, watching the comedy gala and texting (you know those meaningless conversations, the ones Ты don't enjoy but Ты don't want to just be rude and ignore your harasser), not really focusing, just Мечты (about a bunch of grapes, with each виноград having a seperate personality and the ability to communicate, if Ты must know. Imagine the arguments they'd get into...), vaguely conscious of the fact that on the T.V a comedian was up there standing there in silence with no one laughing.
I was then pulled out of my reverie (one виноград had just сказал(-а) to another "What did the...
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