scraps of thought
My first pair of earrings is ready. I am satisfied. But something puzzles me. Yesterday I bought the missing ear hooks for the earrings to finish. This morning I find another pair of these ear hooks in a bag. I can not remember to have already taken some. And the guy at the store only has two pieces packed. I am glad that I now have two more, but I could swear that I did not buy any. Spooky and practical.
photo of the earrings will be given later.
Mr. N has saved me in the supermarket. It started innocently. I picked up the turkey cutlets, turned around and saw this dark skinned fellow creeping on me (they steal whenever they want angraben up) and I just thought: 'Oh nee "I'm not good at people to be served ice cold and rather. a kind of rigor mortis was forfeited, I responded to his question whether I speak English with an answer. I was looking for Mr. N and, fortunately, our eyes met. He recognized the situation and rushed energetic step towards me. I began to shine on awoke from the stupor, and after having clarified that Mr. N,, my man "is pulled off the other males.
Seeking songs in which sitars are heard. Would be great if you could help me as a bit of the collection.
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