We found a pretty apartment. The apartment thought we were pretty too. Maybe it liked us because we smiled so much, or wore skirts, or maybe it was because we and petted its walls. Whatever the reason, it chose us and we’re moving inn in the middle of June.
There’s a garden, and stucco in the ceiling and my bedroom will be surrounded by Anne and Benedicte. And I can go over to Ida whenever I want and say: Aaahh! I want to watch Dr. Who NOW! Aahh!
Or something like that.
There’s even a park not so far away, with huge trees which I’m going to climb. This means I can get up at seven in the morning and run. Ok, so the park’s actually quite small but I don’t care, I can always run around in circles. Isn’t that what people do with their lives anyway?
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