oh dear
The beauty, romance, and power of this city are never ending. It makes me want to don flowing robes and run through its wooded parks, marble stairwells, and pristine fountains, singing kulning (nowegian herding songs). Ok, that's a little weird, but take this case in point: I was walking to a Senate hearing for work, which was held in a big,
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