the day of the broken house
The wind was howling I was sitting in my little red chair reading a book.Suddenly I felt something drop on my head,it was hard and wet.I went outside and it wasin't that windy anymore so i brung my chair outside and then I
The wind was howling I was sitting in my little red chair reading a book.Suddenly I felt something drop on my head,it was hard and wet.I went outside and it wasin't that windy anymore so i brung my chair outside and then I
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