If I could, I would murder all the officials in charge of the Real Madrid - Osasuna match. Puki!
When I took supper away from the nearby bistro, I thought of the black kitten that I was master of for approximately 5 minutes. The inquisitive stray allowed me to stroke it, and it even clashed into my shoe! I named the animal "Neko", and it responds quite well to the call of its name. As I boarded the bus, the feline had this forlorn aura about it, resigned to its virgin, innocent, lonely fate, seeking solace at a pillar of the stop, as if the latter was its support for the challenge that is life. How I long to feed it (: It would be very content, I bet! ^[='.'=]^ Don't you just adore romantic melancholy? Friends/sleep = cure.
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