The morning of first march… It’s still cold outside, but it already smells like spring! This day is always special for me. The day when I remember an old story… Many years ago, a boy liked me a lot.…
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The morning of first march… It’s still cold outside, but it already smells like spring! This day is always special for me. The day when I remember an old story… Many years ago, a boy liked me a lot.…