Them kids must've left the house. The fridge was near empty. But I made myself a hefty roast-beef sandwich (blessed be Nevazhino) with all the remaining tomatos and scraps of lettuce. The mustard bottle's almost empty now, too.
So now I'm full. No thanks to them kids. Vata should be back soon, I reckon, unless the "girls" chat till sundown again.
This house is too darn quiet.
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