The string of lights, clear even in the faraway distance, looked like beads in a rosary. Every now and then, a plane will take off and Ava, Astrid and Philip would be racing to name which plane just took off. Clint was lying down in the sofa downstairs completely out of it. Sydney clearly had too much to drink. And so did I
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kamusta kamusta??? :D
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Not yet working, but I am hoping that it will come soon. I'm getting tired of being at home with not so much to do, y'know?
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