bag - H & M
She went outside bumping straight into a cloud of cigarette smoke. Eyesore burst into her lungs, eyes, wpychało everywhere. He murmured under his breath any curse. Will stink again. Charms high school life - thought, directing his steps towards the cabinet. Corridor yawned void. Dilapidated opened the door, reluctantly dressed shoes and put on a jacket. See you on Monday. school doors closed behind her with a bang. Cold wind owionął her face, the sun hid behind clouds. Beautifully . not hurry home. She decided to visit his beloved place. Already she felt the smell of freshly mown grass. After a while she sat on a small stump and stared at the horizon.
Now what? The view is wonderful, is not it? As always. After What you come here? Just to the pit? Think how it could be, but it is not. Think of what could be, but they're not. Think, my dear. Is it worth it?
My winter holiday is over. Winter? Well, it's not. There's no snow. But it's so cold. I hate it. Waiting for spring.
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