I finished tying my brown hair into a bun. From upstairs I heard a knock at the door, "Sylvia? Are bạn ready to go?" A familiar voice called through the door. Over my white t-shirt I quickly buttoned up my tan áo, áo khoác and grabbed my glasses. I ran down the stairs and quickly opened the door. Before me was Curt, a gray chịu, gấu that never seemed happy. He stepped through the door and closed it behind him, "Man I hate winter, it's just to cold!" He complained as he waited for me to put my Gracie Grace boots on and straightened his gray áo khoác under his trái cam, màu da cam scarf."It's only for a little while longer."...
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