That's what I told myself this morning, when I gazed through my window and saw that rain falling. Everything was wet and looked mournful. Well, if something from the sky had to fall on my head, I'd rather have snow. Despite all the grumbling I always do all winter long, I love winter. Up 'til sunday, the air was crisp and smelled of snow, and I
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11 heures demain, c'est trop tôt?
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C'est les bus. Je peux 10h30 ou 11h30. Lequel tu veux?
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Je peux venir chez toi vendredi? Dis? *p'tits yeux*
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