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Thursday, November 12, 2009
"Young blokes sitting on the benches shouting at the young girls walking around"
I did not do any cooking, only eating.
Zok can now make a homemade pie from memory, and in a very short time.
There is a lake nearby, and everyone in the neighborhood can skate on it, when the ice gets thick enough. There are beautiful large trees and wide open streets. Everything is pretty and nice, even the bus we rode to get there.
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