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The dogs are skating, the old granny cursed at the fact that I run, because she is with a crutch. The roofs cracked and rustled from the wind, a drop rolled on the head from the roofs, you can wash and shave with it. On the street, someone lost a jacket, a good one. Someone is a flower that spring has come. Will search tomorrow.