knock, knock .... oh I just go.
The thing that blog thing is mine after all.
Strange, when I look around me so looks. like I had never been away.
Yet's long ago.
My dear swan.
Then I take times the sheets from the furniture and ventilating through properly.
dusted later, watching the first time that the valuables are still there.
Juhu, the coffee maker still works. The old bugger had heard discarded a long time.
looks quite comfortable, this blog thing. Maybe I should take a look again.
is time that someone lives here again .... well, at least more lives here than in recent months.
Let's see who of the old neighbors still there.
I'm curious.
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