“What kind of girls are we?”





Last summer, my mother and a friend went to rest in Yalta. They were 42 and 45 years old, respectively. However, the figures still have what they need.

Lounging on the beach, enjoying the southern sun. And next to their hotel there was a recreation center for the military with its beach. They see a ten-year-old boy running towards them. He runs up and says,

- Girls! The boys want to meet you there!

My mother's friend, without raising her head:

- Boy, what kind of girls are we?! Take a closer look at us.

The boy was not confused and happily said:

- So that's okay! The boys are the same!

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