maandag 5 juni 2017

First Stop: A Packing Nightmare

Well, I've arrived at Miranda's. I found a row of shoes from the parking lot all the way through her garden and up the stairs to her bedroom. "I am only taking these," she said, pointing at the three mile row of footwear. Then I lost sight of her, she dissapeared behind a huge mountain of clothes.

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