I moved to a new rented apartment. I’d been living there two weeks. One day, I decided to organize a spa day for myself. I smeared myself from head to toe in blue clay. Then someone walked in. I was standing there, naked as the day I was born, all blue like Avatar, and I meet the gaze of an incredibly pleasantly surprised man. I ran to the kitchen and picked up a knife. The guy picked up a spray bottle, and we started demanding who was who and why were they here. It turned out that it was his apartment, and it had been rented out to me by his grandma who dreamed of finding her grandson a wife. We still remember that day. And I still live there now: we live as one family.
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