Chicken lately so much to me so much of nazbierało and I have no where to write.
I became a mania, and sewing all day sit on the machine making clothes: P
Today I'm going to commit the bag with skirts that will not wear one, because I no longer like it: P
What's for dinner?
"ciapkapusta and ground
But it probably will not give the rule, because it anyone can do it: P
The Promised pea (first written burial: o) will appear in the scrap bulk of last week. How am I, of course, encouraged to write it because we have no wish: P Maybe it's the weather?
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