After lunch, a cup of tea, holding a light readings, leans on the chair, and any warm sun gently shines through the windows of the body, face, along with the rotating chair, leisurely look at the book, full of stolen half a day of lazy clouds with the comfortable. I'm lazy warmth of the sun tan, soft, for a while, relying confused with a swivel. Wake me up grandma, Shengelanyao, playing a Kazakh gas, simply the windows open a crack, breezy, warm sun glowed, and I continue to read that this unfinished book.

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