I waited for some praise,... «Making History»
Avrorushka23 ноября 2011I waited for some praise, but he added nothing more. We writers hate that. I mean, you know, this was my baby for God's sake. Imagine you're lying there in the labour ward and all your friend pile in to inspect the new-born child. "This is it, is it?" "Yes," you gasp, flushed with maternal pride. Silence. I mean, come on... that just won't do. I'm not saying you have to kneel in awe, proffering bowls of frankincense and jars of murrh, but something, just a little 'aaaaaaah!... anything!
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