Autumn
The wind, ruthlessly, has long been scattering gold through the streets.
Tons and tons of gold.
The air, your hands, and your lips smell like roasted chestnuts.
The wind, ruthlessly, has long been blowing gold through the streets.
Tons and tons of gold.
The air, your hands, and your lips smell like roasted chestnuts.
Of shops' windows bigs autumn discounts,
See these shoes -80%
Buy me something?
Please! Please!
Some little thing.
I will if you kiss me.
She kissed me gently.
I love you.
My choice?
Yes!
I bought her a rattling toy.
She laughed and cried at the same time.
You have lipstick on your face!
He, he!
Autumn still gilded the streets of the city.
She was happy.
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