🤩° at first you think it's a stupid joke. then, at the moment when everything becomes obvious, you explode. he's not dead. you're dead. tears choke so much, so much! tears, tears, tears.. there are many, many of them. no one will wipe them off for you, it's useless. something happened to you. we need to go somewhere, do something, tell someone something. moreover, at these moments it seems that if you do some strange thing, a la promise never to smoke again, for example, or lie down in the middle of the road, in the place where the person died, and you lie all night - he will return. no, you won't quit smoking, but if you lie on the ground, you'll catch a cold. there is a time for everything.