Natasha Grivtsova at home, 6 years old.

My neighbors at the hotel went to the store. There is a little boy about five years old in their room. I hear through the wall as he says himself:

– I am. I… Aii. I am I am.

I! Who am I?

Ai, i i i …

I. Aii!!! (He is screaming)… I …

It’s NOT I am.


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