Seara, pe marginea trotuarului cu Gelu pe genunchi.
Duduie (americanca): Oh, do you have internet there?
Io (mimand o semijena vinovata): Uhhh, yes, I’m stealing (Wi-Fi) from the pour. Si continui cu o vaga justificare .
Duduie (zambind intelegator/complice): Yes, but at least it’s a good old mac!
What’s wrong with these people?
