arranged her luxurious weekend - tsapnula unread Stewart (no matter how weak were her thrillers, but for Arthur 's cycle, the abode of thorns and that's it - ivy tree, I am ready to forgive her for everything - and the similarities in some places of the du Maurier rhododendrons and English estates with long lunches and terrible secrets, and a happy ending and beautiful heroines) - finished reading, eating chocolate baileys to 5 am, then - woke up at 11 - her husband privep Cornetto from the bar with apricot jam and a cappuccino, was shrouded in a dog in the car and drove to the sea.
Cognitive dissonance - November, sea, clouds, storm - And warm, so warm that I wanted to walk barefoot on the water - then looked at the thermometer in the car 21 - what for boots with wool socks, a sweater and a jacket? Scored shells - I do not know why, spill the beans an hour with a girlfriend for dinner - rabbit hunting, was shrouded in a dog on a new pillow (she'd slept on it - 15 cm tall, soft, but blizzard took a dislike to her, longing for a shabby carpets ikeevskomu ku, banished to the barn.
Decembrist scored huge buds, Chinese roses in bloom, as abnormal (Tear her buds, that is - since May, still, when they are resting?), Azalea, too, released a few flowers - because of the abnormal nature of the November heat crazy. And the book ski hotel in March - harsh November evening will dream about snow,
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