 Wysłany: Pon 19:45, 23 Maj 2011 Temat postu: Suffering from a cold in that corner |
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| Clouds obscured the sky outside the window, the moon curled up in the quilt, she was denied a corner which is also suffering from a cold. - Inscription
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