The BBC has a story about buying old houses in Puglia, and in it, a guy was speaking Italian. It reminded me how much I like listening to Italian. I understood part of it.
Got up early. Threw myself together and fed the cats. Mimi, apparently, is sleeping in.
Well, crud. I couldn’t find my purse anywhere. I finally remembered that I brought it
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Yeah, that's what I've read. But I didn't see any seed, so I don't know what was going on.
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