Mascara ⇐ Half-truths and fantasies

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Cleaned up. Capital. I found a women's mascara. I remembered it was my polka. We lived without any trouble for several months, I learned Polish, she studied Russian. Then this fool fucked me like crazy, packed my things, and returned to her fucking husband.... She just forgot her mascara. I grieved, drank vodka, really, the woman was cool, think about it, she cooked better than me. And then he got an Englishwoman. I met in a pub. She somehow found this Polish mascara and threw a wild tantrum about why the hell am I getting mixed up with other women. I had to get rid of it, I don’t need such passions, and I don’t like hysterics. But the mascara remained. Let him lie