The heat is still on (I will afterwards cherish this moment in winter!!!). I roam around. My tooth stopps hurting. I still feel it as something not normal. Had a look at it.
Smooth. Like silverware in golden color or something (Ingo just yahooed good-night. His apartment is located in an old mill - thick walls, still cool - sweet dreams, you!).
I look like Richard Kiel from 007 - only on that part of my set of teeth. Luckily!
Breeze.. come in here, pleeease (my first rhyme!! -ok, not a bummer, but maybe it might work?)
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