Life was like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're gonna get.
I'm not capable of doing Mme Kartash, not now. Going to read my Summer Mood WWI love-story novel.
O the summer times are comingAnd the trees are sweetly bloomin'And the wild mountain thymeGrows around the bloomin' heatherWill ye go lassie go?
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