It was unclear why, but she had to keep Hilde a secret to herself. Her mother put her arm around her affectionately, and Sophie understood she believed her. RACCOON YOUR BUT NAPKINS MY LADY POSTER. I don’t have a boyfriend, Sophie sniffled. And you really went all the way to the major’s bungalow. The major’s bungalow? Sophie looked at her mother with wide eyes. That little wooden house was so called because a major had been living there for a while. He’s quite eccentric, I think he’s a bit crazy. But that doesn’t matter. The house has been abandoned since that time. Not! There is a philosopher who lives there.
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