Lesha let out a quiet squeak in his sleep and kicked his leg. Sasha compassionately observed:
— He must be having nightmares… I wonder what kind of nightmares he’s having? I bet he’s being chased by empty bottles and dirty diapers.
Lesha let out a quiet squeak in his sleep and kicked his leg. Sasha compassionately observed:
— He must be having nightmares… I wonder what kind of nightmares he’s having? I bet he’s being chased by empty bottles and dirty diapers.