It is very clear October. not unambiguously more September. But October. All of a sudden! Just like that! Overnight! From one day to the other! Autumn. In September, the month, I committed by my eighteenth birthday, is over. In a week I will put my theory test for driving license. Shortly after the practical. Suddenly I can drive a car. The time is somehow doomed very soon. Yesterday, in kindergarten, now in the twelfth grade; yesterday in the stroller, now in the real car; last September, is already October. But
There is something good! What I want you not truly deprived. It comes from Marc Böttler and looks Sun out. I've laughed myself crinkly. All the best, your David.
There is something good! What I want you not truly deprived. It comes from Marc Böttler and looks Sun out. I've laughed myself crinkly. All the best, your David.
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