When I was a little child my grandma used to spend a lot of time with me. In those good times every day was the same beautiful day, grandma would wake up early in the morning and would start to diminish the entropy in our small universe, usually she would start from the kitchen. After the last dream flew, I would land myself on the floor and move to the bathroom. The morning tea was already on the big brown wooden table … which was real...
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