This year 15 women left me. That's a personal best. Last year 13 dumped me. I'm still trying to figure that out, so I went to a witch. Gina, known as the Queen of Good Magic and Fucsia. She told me she has never seen such a thing since she began to draw out the quicksilver. My weddings are bound. I asked her if they are bound with a sailor's knot. She told me not to make fun of it, sarcasm and irony are devilish sort of things. I sacrificed a hen and anointed myself with its blood. After a few hours, Miruna called me. She feels sorry.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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