There is a first floor and the second floor. His sister's house just a few street down, no I don't know how to drive there still. I don't care about it.
Then sometimes we just walk in the neigborhood, the trail, the hidden road. Its where the principle lives at. Their kids might the age how he used to know this school principle, he walks up to him for his both kids to get what math things done. So this entire neighborhood will end up to the place where the big houses everywhere, the quiet neighborhood. Eventually we reach a brand new mansion, that is an Asian, they were building the front gate, and the green brush just at the gate. The reason you put the grumble, its to wait....and they wait for a long time, that gate or the road never get done.
Then coming back from the highway 7, its their own Italian woodbridge library facing at. A brand new build mansion house too. There are all many types there, every single time just looking at this house we talk. One day, in a very quiet place, a white dog walking from the remote house, all the way to our side. Upside down in front of me. Nick pick him up, drag him back to the owner women, her front door. I am on the road still....there is no car here, but still....He is the dog sign. There is something going on, he is not telling me.
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