my heart is broken. I tried to upload it, but the spring is skipped, and watch me said that it costs more to repair than buying new.
So I bought a rubber yellow glow, which looks more like a snail with a heart, a pulse that instead of singing like a rooster every five minutes.
Like my heart again.
Can not be sad nor happy, but he sings some beautiful songs and can be programmed as an alarm clock.
The heart keeps it in the old table wrapped in parchment paper, if it did melt the heat (I've always had a heart of soul of bread and butter, and jam with my ideas as I never had no problems when madness came to tea)
Now, about heart, it's been so long since we all five of our tea with bread and butter and strawberry jam!
But today I can not, there's the funeral of my dreams ... let me think ... yes! you can go tomorrow ... let's say around 16:30 so we can chat a bit '.
also brings a few friends, those who do not like gossip, just for once let's get facetious without stabbing anyone.
prefer the tablecloth with pink berries or the black one with the skulls? I have washed both of and apart from any spot that does not come off are clean and smell of lavender too.
If I had to be dead when you arrive and there was no one to open your door, go ahead and take the key under the doormat and if there was too much in the living room smells like a corpse do not worry: the table is always prepared for the tea in the garden.
then ... see you tomorrow (hopefully)
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