Suits you, sir.
March 19th 2006 I had more luck at the market this afternoon without Yulia to distract me. On the street it was much colder than yesterday, and there was a strong wind blowing wet snow into my face. The sky has turned dark grey again which makes everything seem more unhappy. I turned right at the end of the rows of tables and stalls, into one of the parts of the market that is just for clothes.
Out of the cor
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