yesterday but quiet , not much off any wrong upsetting noise or what so ever the night the clock had to go forward for the summerrtime , what I had to note , not just complain , but drausy I feel , not lausy it is to see , and again forgot my fictional youthmemory but did like to write it then , my perky mom of a height of 1 meter 56 centimeter I did outgrew not untill I was eleven , but she allowed my anger during conversation ever , as long it was with a opinion she shared or then without the faullanguage , one word , but two , end of the conversation , so she love's that conversationstarter , even when it is not with me .
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