Luck was a joke. Even good luck was just bad luck with its hair combed.

“The wife whose sweetly given reply in the face of any problem would be, "Whatev…”

“За мен страхът е една от най-деликатните емоции, затова винаги се опитвам да уп…”

“And this wasn’t lying, not really. It was leaving out.”

“Because things like this you can only ssay once. And you either get it wrong or…”